They're cheering a young lad, the champion playboy of the Western World.

In this cry of pain the inner consciousness of the people seems to lay itself bare for an instant, and to reveal the mood of beings who feel their isolation in the face of a universe that wars on them with winds and seas.

It is the timber of poetry that wears most surely, and there is no timber that has not strong roots among the clay and worms.

In a good play every speech should be as fully flavored as a nut or apple.

Words, particularly in a play, should have the texture of a crisp, autumn apple.

What is the price of a thousand horses against a son where there is one son only?

The drama, like the symphony, does not teach or prove anything.