Nobody dast blame this man. For a salesman, there is no rock bottom to the life. He don't put a bolt to a nut, he don't tell you the law or give you medicine. He's a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back -- that's an earthquake. And then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you're finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory.

People do look to others for some leadership, and it's not bad for them to supply it when they feel that way.

There is unquestionably a contradiction between an efficient technological machine and the flowering of human nature, of the human personality.

When the guns roar, the arts die.

My plays are always involved with society, but I'm writing about people, too, and it's clear over the years that audiences understand them and care about them. The political landscape changes, the issues change, but the people are still there. People don't really change that much.

Rise early. Write. Disappoint your sons. Read the newspaper. Go to bed early. Success.

I speak my own sins; I cannot judge another. I have no tongue for it.