The dog has seldom been successful in pulling man up to its level of sagacity, but man has frequently dragged the dog down to his.

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.

Progress was all right. Only it went on too long.

In the pathways between office and home and home and the houses of settled people there are always, ready to snap at you, the little perils of routine living, but there is no escape in the unplanned tangent, the sudden turn.

I don't believe the writer should know too much where he's going. If he does, he runs into old man blueprint—old man propaganda.

The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms -hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal.

I hate women because they have brought into the currency of our language such expressions as "all righty" and "yes indeedy" and hundreds of others.