When I was young, I observed that nine out of ten things I did were failures. So I did ten times more work.

We live in an atmosphere of shame. We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, of our accents, of our opinions, of our experience, just as we are ashamed of our naked skins.

Most of my recent plays were written in the railway train between Hatfield and Kings Cross. I write anywhere, on the top of omnibuses or wherever I may be; it is all the same to me.

If you can’t appreciate what you’ve got, you’d better get what you can appreciate.

Who is this Baby Ruth? And what does she do?

I dislike feeling at home when I am abroad.

The man with a toothache thinks everyone happy whose teeth are sound. The poverty-stricken man makes the same mistake about the rich man.