I can't help feeling wary when I hear anything said about the masses. First you take their faces from 'em by calling 'em the masses and then you accuse 'em of not having any faces.

To love to teach is one thing, to love those you teach is another.

It is good fiction, so largely ignored now, that brings us so much closer to the real facts.

Accidents, try to change them - it's impossible. The accidental reveals man.

Childhood, catching our imagination when it is fresh and tender, never lets go of us.

I'm in the business of providing people with secondary satisfactions. It wouldn't have done me much good if they had all written their own plays, would it?

Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. There is something bovine about them.