You can't eat the orange and throw the peel away - a man is not a piece of fruit.

PROCTOR, his mind wild, breathless: I say--I say--God is dead!

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.

And yet one can't forever stand on the shore; at some point, even if filled with indecision, skepticism, reservation and doubt, you either jump in or concede that life is forever elsewhere.

The closer a man approaches tragedy the more intense is his concentration of emotion upon the fixed point of his commitment, which is to say the closer he approaches what in life we call fanaticism.

The theater is so endlessly fascinating because it's so accidental. It's so much like life.

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.