“Good women are rarely clever and clever women are rarely good.”

There is a graveyard in my poor heart – dark, heaped-up graves, from which no flowers spring.

There is no such thing as unfortunate genius; if a man or woman is fit for work, God appoints the field.

Life is a lie, and Love a cheat.

I rarely use mythology for its own sake because, as a theatre person, the mythological figures are in fact humanity to the ninth degree and Yoruba mythology in particular has fascination of being one of the most humanised mythologies in the world.

Upon this theology he rarely pondered. The kernel of his practical religion was that it was respectable, and beneficial to one’s business, to be seen going to services; that the church kept the Worst Elements from being still worse.

One of the indictments of civilizations is that happiness and intelligence are so rarely found in the same person.

Rarely do members of the same family grow up under the same roof.

Polite conversation is rarely either.

And I discover that we rarely if ever see the totality of another in ordinary social intercourse.

I very rarely read any fiction. I love biographies; I read about all kinds of people.

While the cameras are rolling, I rarely look directly at the actors, but focus my gaze somewhere else.