I'm the end of the line; absurd and appalling as it may seem, serious New York theater has died in my lifetime.

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

Americans don't speak foreign languages, by and large. Their interest in anything beyond the borders of the country is limited. A European of any cultivation has to speak a couple of languages; he inevitably without being very thoughtful about it gets to understand what other people think about him.

The brain heals the past like an injury.

I know that my works are a credit to this nation and I dare say they will endure longer than the McCarran Act.

Immortality is like trying to carve your initials in a block of ice in the middle of July.

My conception of the audience is of a public each member of which is carrying about with him what he thinks is an anxiety, or a hope, or a preoccupation which is his alone and isolates him from mankind and in this respect at least the function of a play is to reveal him to himself so that he may touch others by virtue of the revelation of his mutuality with them. If only for this reason I regard the theater as a serious business, one that makes or should make man more human, which is to say, less alone.