It was not an end, it was a beginging

God understands. And God understands that part of us which is more than we think we are.

I am also four, and twelve, and fifteen, and twenty-three, and thirty-one, and forty-five and . . . and . . . and . . .

The joys of love...last only a moment. The sorrows of love last all the life long.

If you're too happy about anything, fate usually gives you a good sock in the jaw and knocks you down.

Maybe the theatre isn't any place for a reasonable human being after all. It keeps your emotions in such a constant state of upheaval. It's really terribly wearing. I wonder if I could stand it, one emotional upset after the other just going on and on for the rest of my life.

If it's bad art, it's bad religion, no matter how pious the subject.