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

Life is an endless, truly endless struggle. There's no time when we're going to arrive at a plateau where the whole thing gets sorted. It's a struggle in the way every plant has to find it's own way to stand up straight. A lot of the time it's a failure. And yet it's not a failure if some enlightenment comes from it.

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

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

I regard the theatre as a serious business, one that makes or should make man more human, which is to say, less alone.

There is a problem on the so-called commercial stage in New York. The price of a ticket is exorbitant, and there are no longer original productions possible, apparently, on the commercial stage. They are all plays that were taken from either England or smaller theaters, off-Broadway theaters, and so on. The one justification there used to be for the commercial theater was that it originated everything we had, and now it originates nothing. But the powers that be seem perfectly content to have it that way. They don't risk anything anymore, and they simply pick off the cream.

The world is always ending; the exact date depends on when you came into it.