What, when drunk, one sees in other women, one sees in Garbo sober.
I hope I never need to believe in God. It would be an awful confession of failure.
The sheer complexity of writing a play always had dazzled me. In an effort to understand it, I became a critic.
Not content to have the audience in the palm of his hand, he goes one further and clinches his fist.
A villain who shares one's guilt is inevitably more attractive than a hero convinced of one's innocence.
His puritan, muscular, moor-tramping soul (superbly mirrored in Higgins's hymn to the intellect in Pygmalion) bred in him a loathing of all things, whether poems or gadgets, that were designed to comfort the human condition without actively trying to improve it.