Man is flying too fast for a world that is round. Soon he will catch up with himself in a great rear end collision.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

I myself have known some profoundly thoughtful dogs.

We all know that the theater and every play that comes to Broadway have within themselves, like the human being, the seed of self-destruction and the certainty of death. The thing is to see how long the theater, the play, and the human being can last in spite of themselves.

I'm sixty-five and I guess that puts me in with the geriatrics, but if there were fifteen months in every year, I'd only be forty-eight.

Art – the one achievement of man which has made the long trip up from all fours seem well advised

I can feel a thing I cannot touch and touch a thing I cannot feel. The first is sad and sorry, the second is your heart.