Security, the chief pretense of civilization, cannot exist where the worst of dangers, the danger of poverty, hangs over everyone's head.

I knew if I waited around long enough something like this would happen.

Our lives are shaped not as much by our experiences as by our expectations.

Of all human struggles there is none so treacherous and remorseless as the struggle between the artist man and the mother woman.

It is ridiculous to say that art has nothing to do with morality. What is true is that the artist's business is not that of the policeman.

That is the injustice of a woman's lot. A woman has to bring up her children; and that means to restrain them, to deny them things they want, to set them tasks, to punish them when they do wrong, to do all the unpleasant things. And then the father, who has nothing to do but pet them and spoil them, comes in when all her work is done and steals their affection from her.

It would positively be a relief to me to dig Shakespeare up and throw stones at him.