A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself.
No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
The heart is a lonely hunter, and it will always be so.
I don’t play tennis for money or fame. I play because I love it.
A play is fiction—and fiction is fact distilled into truth.