when knowledge comes in at the door, fear and superstition fly out of the window.

I have a great deal of mind. It takes a long time to change it.

Herbert used to say that he was as tight as the paper on the wall.

there is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt. A book may fail, but who is there to know it? It dies and is buried, and is decently interred on the bookseller's shelf; but the play dies to laughter, to scorn and disdain.

That is the tragedy of growing old, Chris. You don't leave the world. It leaves you.

I suppose that we are only young, Chris, so long as we can forget. After that we merely remember!

There is no place in the world, I imagine, for a philosopher with a sense of humor, a new leisure, and an inquiring turn of mind!