Young Doctor Arden was gong through the process of reorienting himself after a night's sleep.

Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.

The only way to make a husband over according to one's ideas ... would be to adopt him at an early age, say four.

[The writer] wants both to do the best possible work and also to reach the largest possible audience. The result is a fairly normal condition of discouragement.

Old men make wars that young men may die.

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.

It's money that brings trouble. It always has and it always will.