Quotes About Comedy

Come sono fortunati gli attori! Loro possono scegliere se recitare in una tragedia o in una commedia, se soffrire o gioire, ridere o piangere. Ma nella vita reale è diverso. Uomini e donne sono costretti per lo più a interpretare personaggi che non sono tagliati per loro. Ai nostri Guildenstern tocca il ruolo di Amleto, e i nostri Amleti devono fare i buffoni come il principe Hal. Il mondo è un palcoscenico, ma le parti sono mal distribuite.

The one charm of the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen. They always want a sixth act, and as soon as the interest of the play is entirely over, they propose to continue it. If they were allowed their own way, every comedy would have a tragic ending, and every tragedy would culminate in a farce. They are charmingly artificial, but they have no sense of art.

If the halls of the Hermitage should suddenly go mad, if the paintings of all schools and masters should suddenly break loose from the nails, should fuse, intermingle, and fill the air of the rooms with futuristic howling and colours in violent agitation, the result then would be something like Dante's Comedy. Osip Mandelstam, Converation with Dante

Jeeves, whatever his moral defects, would never go about in skirts calling me Bertie.

We'll fling the door open and make a rush, said Bill. Supposing they shoot, old scout? Burglars never shoot, said Bill. Which was comforting provided the burglars knew it.

I believe there are two ways of writing novels. One is making a sort of musical comedy without music and ignoring real life altogether; the other is going deep down into life and not caring a damn...

Musical comedy is the Irish stew of drama. Anything may be put into it, with the certainty that it will improve the general effect.

Right ho, Jeeves.

All the way here he was talking about what he was going to do if he ever found you again. And now you tell me he did find you. What happened? Didn't he eat you?' 'No, miss.' 'Probably on a diet.

I say! he said. Are you broke? Nelly laughed. Am I? If dollars were doughnuts, I wouldn't even have the hole in the middle.

Chumps always make the best husbands. When you marry, Sally, grab a chump. Tap his head first, and if it rings solid, don't hesitate. All the unhappy marriages come from husbands having brains. What good are brains to a man? They only unsettle him.

Good God, Clarence! You look like a bereaved tapeworm.

She laughed - a bit louder than I could have wished in my frail state of health, but then she is always a woman who tends to bring plaster falling from the ceiling when amused.

Jeeves, Mr Little is in love with that female. So I gathered, sir. She was slapping him in the passage. I clutched my brow. Slapping him? Yes, sir. Roguishly.

He keeps looking at me so oddly." "Oddly? How? Give me an imitation." Considering that she had only about a second and a half to do it in, I must say it was a jolly fine exhibition. She opened her mouth and eyes pretty wide and let her jaw drop sideways, and managed to look so like a dyspeptic calf that I recognized the symptoms immediately. "Oh, that's all right," I said. "No need to be alarmed. He's simply in love with you.

Are there any books of that sort nowadays? The only ones I ever see mentioned in the papers are about married couples who find life grey, and can't stick each other at any price.

What ho!' I said. 'What ho!' said Motty. 'What ho! What ho!' 'What ho! What ho! What ho!' After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.

Don't forget that in pushing policemen into duck ponds the follow through is everything.

A hoarse shout from within and a small china ornament whizzing past my head informed me that my old friend was at home.

Come on, he said. Bring the poker. I brought the tongs as well. I felt like it.

I will be your wife, Bertie.' There didn't seem much to say to this except 'Oh, thanks.

Boko looked at me, and raised his eyebrows. I looked at Boko, and raised my eyebrows. Nobby looked at us both, and raised her eyebrows. Then we looked at Stilton, and all raised our eyebrows. It was one of those big eyebrow-raising mornings.

What ho!" I said. "What ho!" said Motty. "What ho! What ho!" "What ho! What ho! What ho!" After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.

Lady Constance's lips tightened, and a moment passed during which it seemed always a fifty-fifty chance that a handsome silver ink-pot would fly through the air in the direction of her brother's head.