Great drama is the souvenir of the adventure of a master among the pieces of his own soul.

It may be said that artist and censor differ in this wise: that the first is a decent mind in an indecent body and that the second is an indecent mind in a decent body.

Opening Night: The night before the play is ready to open.

The Russian dramatist is one who, walking through a cemetery, does not see the flowers on the graves. The American dramatist . . . Does not see the graves under the flowers.

I have yet to find a man worth his salt in any direction who did not think of himself first and foremost.

Art is the sex of the imagination.

What passes for woman's intuition is more often intrinsically nothing more than man's transparency.