Occupation: Playwright Birth: August 29, 1862 Death: May 6, 1949
The living are just the dead on holiday.
At every crossroad on the way that leads to the future, each progressive spirit is opposed by a thousand men appointed to guard the past..
Happiness will never be any greater than the idea we have of it..
We are never the same with others as when we are alone. We are different, even when we are in the dark with them..