Oh,Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer.

That is a very good question. I don't know the answer. But can you tell me the name of a classical Greek shoemaker?

Don't take it on yourself. Forget now. Live.

Tragedy enlightens - and it must, in that it points the heroic finger at the enemy of man's freedom. The thrust for freedom is the quality in tragedy which exalts. The revolutionary questioning of the stable environment is what terrifies.

It occurs to me that with all the television people watch, most of their acquaintances are actors.

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.

Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!