Great stones they lay upon his chest until he plead aye or nay. They say he give them but two words. "More weight," he says. And died.

I think the job of the artist is to remind people of what they have chosen to forget.

The best of our theater is standing on tiptoe, striving to see over the shoulders of father and mother. The worst is exploiting and wallowing in the self-pity of adolescence and obsessive keyhole sexuality. The way out, as the poet says, is always through.

Down deep in His heart God is a comedian who loves to make us laugh.

... vulgarity has no nation.

When the guns roar, the arts die.

Every time I am reading actors I can pretty well tell which ones have studied with Meisner. It is because they are honest and simple and don't lay on complications that aren't necessary.