The structure of a play is always the story of how the birds came home to roost.
The need of man to wholly realize himself is the only fixed star.
I love her too, but our neuroses just don't match.
Life, woman, life is God's most precious gift; no principle, however glorious, may justify the taking of it.
Today, [theatre's] more likely to be consciously not aimed at the public, but at a more sophisticated or educated public. . . . The result is that some of the sheer humanity has leaked out of the enterprise.
No one wants the truth if it is inconvenient.