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.

Musicals are to the theater what wines are to a substantial dinner.

I know many married men, I even know a few happily married men, but I don't know one who wouldn't fall down the first open coal hole running after the first pretty girl who gave him a wink.

It is only the cynicism that is born of success that is penetrating and valid.

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

The notion that as a man grows older his illusions leave him is not quite true. What is true is that his early illusions are supplanted by new, and to him, equally convincing illusions.

The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism.