Captain Shotover: How much does your soul eat? Ellie: Oh, a lot. It eats music and pictures and books and mountains and lakes and beautiful things to wear and nice people to be with.

There is only one religion, though there are a hundred versions of it.

I have to live for others and not for myself: that's middle-class morality.

Fear is choosing the safe course

Only in the problem play is there any real drama, because drama is no mere setting up of the camera to nature: it is the presentation in parable of the conflict between Man's will and his environment: in a word, of problem.

The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation but not the power of speech.

Whisky is liquid sunshine.