A good many inconveniences attend playgoing in any large city, but the greatest of them is usually the play itself.

A city whose living immediacy is so urgent that when I am in it I lose all sense of the past.

Among the classic tastes: bread sauce, Nuits St Georges Les Perdrix 1962, Worcestershire sauce, Toblerone and Bovril.

How far should one accept the rules of the society in which one lives? To put it another way: at what point does conformity become corruption? Only by answering such questions does the conscience truly define itself.

We shall be judged by what we do, not by how we felt while we were doing it.

No theater could sanely flourish until there was an umbilical connection between what was happening on the stage and what was happening in the world.

Show me a congenital eavesdropper with the instincts of a Peeping Tom and I will show you the making of a dramatist.