Resentment is a communicable disease and should be quarantined.

It is the function of a liberal university not to give right answers, but to ask right questions.

What I felt then I feel now: the inexorable, unchanging interior hum of doubt and hope.

The usefulness of madmen is famous: they demonstrate society's logic flagrantly carried out down to its last scrimshaw scrap.

In real life wishing, divorced from willing, is sterile and begets nothing.

I was so mad at my agent. I had polished and polished and polished [the play], and he referred to it as a draft. I wrote him a bitter letter: How can you call this a draft? I don't do drafts! By now I've done 18, and its turning, in the rehearsal room, into a 19th.

The ordinary is the divine.