Death is no more than passing from one room into another.
We love and understand talent; we wish it be within us. The truly gifted, those exceptional few, must wait for the world to catch up.
Goe and catche a falling starre, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past yeares are, Or who cleft the Divel's foot. Teach me to hear Mermaides' singing, Or to keep of envies stinging, And finde What winde Serves to advance an honest minde.
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.
Being a motion picture actress is the pitch of ecstasy.
Social criticism begins with grammar and the re-establishing of meanings.
The winner is the one who makes the next-to-last mistake.