One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?

The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act.

Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.

There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals.

No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

Above all things, I must not get angry. If I do get angry I knock all the teeth out of the mouth of the poor wretch who has angered me.