A man with a so-called character is often a simple piece of mechanism; he has often only one point of view for the extremely complicated relationships of life.

I love her and she loves me, and we hate each other with a wild hatred born of love.

I see the playwright as a lay preacher peddling the ideas of his time in popular form.

Any programming language is at its best before it is implemented and used. Anything is possible, anything can happen. On a flimsy ground of reality, imagination spins marvelous patterns.

It's wonderful how, the moment you talk about God and love, your voice becomes hard, and your eyes fill with hatred. No, Margret, you certainly haven't the true faith.

The hood-winked husband shows his anger, and the word jealous is flung in his face. Jealous husband equals betrayed husband. And there are women who look upon jealousy as synonymous with impotence, so that the betrayed husband can only shut his eyes, powerless in the face of such accusations.

I, too, am beginning to feel an immense need to become a savage and create a new world.