I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is coming to give it back, I have no right to complain.

Throughout the play everything possible was done to show the virtue, innocence and helplessness of the poor, and the abandoned cruelty, the heartless self-indulgence of the rich.

Where can one find a profounder desolation than in the poor child who has lost its mother?

What is it in the actor, the stage, that casts so powerful a spell on the young imagination?

Of all things I find most unbearable is the injustice of one generation to another.

The only good government... Is a bad one in a hell of a fright.

God is a character, a real and consistent being, or He is nothing. If God did a miracle He would deny His own nature and the universe would simply blow up, vanish, become nothing.