Abby, I may think of you softly from time to time. But I'll cut off my right hand before I ever reach for you again.

Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a …

A child's spirit is like a child, you cannot catch it by running after it; you must stand still, and, for love, it will soon itself come back.

The possibility of victory must be there in tragedy. Where pathos rules, where pathos is finally derived, a character has fought a battle he could not possibly…

Men ruin themselves headlong for unworthy women.

Next to the coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.

Give me golf clubs, fresh air and a beautiful partner, and you can keep the clubs and the fresh air.