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Quotes by Dramatist

"Besides, we feel always a sort of mental superiority over those whose lives we know better than they suppose."

"Philosophy cannot be taught, it is the application of the sciences to truth."

"But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are! Except, of course, in the Church. But then in the Church they don't think."

"All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness."

"The frontier between hell and heaven is only the difference between two ways of looking at things."


"There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined."

"We never taste happiness in perfection, our most fortunate successes are mixed with sadness."

"Utterly sure of himself, convinced of his power, certain that the laws that governed other men couldn't touch him, he made straight for any goal he set himself, however rarified and dazzling, even if it were folly for anyone else to even consider it."

"For this new-married man approaching here,Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'dYour well defended honour, you must pardonFor Mariana's sake: but as he adjudged your brother,--Being criminal, in double violationOf sacred chastity and of promise-breachThereon dependent, for your brother's life,--The very mercy of the law cries outMost audible, even from his proper tongue,'An Angelo for Claudio, death for death!'Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure;Like doth quit like, and MEASURE still FOR MEASURE."

"I am not young enough to know everything."

"But if we reason it out simply and not try to be one bit fancy, then what sort of pride can you possibly take or what's the sense of ever having it, if man is poorly put together as a physiological type and if the enormous majority of the human race is brutal, stupid, and profoundly unhappy?"

"I refuse the compliment that I think like a man, thought has no sex, one either thinks or one does not."

"The 19thc hatred of Realism is Caliban's enraged reaction to seeing his own face in the mirror. The 19thc rejection of Romanticism is Caliban's fury at not seeing his face reflected in the mirror."

"And the existence is tedious, anyway; it is a senseless, dirty business, this life."

"The Constitution gives every American the inalienable right to make a damn fool of himself."

"How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure."

"The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about anything, and that all the pains I have so humbly taken to verify my notions have only wasted my time."

"The jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh."

"That which is so universal as death must be a benefit."

"Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all?"

"You have a wonderful personality. Develop it. Be yourself. Don't imagine that your perfection lies in accumulating or possessing external things. Your affection is inside of you. If only you could realise that, you would not want to be rich. Ordinary riches can be stolen from a man. Real riches cannot. In the treasury-house of your soul, there are infinitely precious things, that may not be taken from you. And so, try to so shape your life that external things will not harm you."

"I don't mean what other people mean when they speak of a home, because I don't regard a home as a...well, as a place, a building...a house...of wood, bricks, stone. I think of a home as being a thing that two people have between them in which each can...well, nest."

"The big difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money usually costs a lot less."

"He that commends me to mine own contentCommends me to the thing I cannot get.I to the world am like a drop of waterThat in the ocean seeks another drop,Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:So I, to find a mother and a brother,In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself."


"The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries."
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