I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend... if you have one.

Consciousness of a fact is not knowing it: if it were, the fish would know more of the sea than the geographers and the naturalists.

My opportunities were still there, nay, they multiplied tenfold; but the strength and youth to cope with them began to fail, and to need eking out with the shifty cunning of experience.

Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.

The thought of two thousand people crunching celery at the same time horrified me.

The great advantage of a hotel is that it is a refuge from home life.

Censorship ends in logical completeness when nobody is allowed to read any books except the books that nobody can read.