... vulgarity has no nation.

A man is not a bird, to come and go with the springtime.

The witch-hunt was a perverse manifestation of the panic which set in among all classes when the balance began to turn toward greater individual freedom. The witch-hunt was not, however, a mere repression. It was also, and as importantly, a long overdue opportunity for everyone so inclined to express publicly his guilt and sins, under the cover of accusations against the victims.

Certainly the most diverse, if minor, pastime of literary life is the game of Find the Author.

I think it's a mistake to ever look for hope outside of one's self.

A play is made by sensing how the forces in life simulate ignorance-you set free the concealed irony, the deadly joke.

The structure of a play is always the story of how the birds came home to roost.