There is no necessity to separate the monarch from the mob; all authority is equally bad.
But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely - or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.
You, who know all the secrets of life, tell me how to charm Sibyl Vane to love me! I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. My God, Harry, how I worship her!
Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
There is such a thing as robbing a story of its reality by trying to make it too true...
There are as many Hamlets as there are melancholies.