Figaro is a bad play. It stirs up hatred between the classes. In France, it has caused nothing but bitterness. My own dear sister,Antoinette, writes me that she is beginning to be frightened of her own people.

I made, over the years in Cambridge, several very good American friends, and America appeared to me, a land of promise in every sense of that word, a land of freedom from the inhibitions and restrictions that I felt in England.

Tragedy, for me, is not a conflict between right and wrong, but between two different kinds of right.

Figaro is a bad play. It stirs up hatred between the classes. In France, it has caused nothing but bitterness. My own dear sister,Antoinette, writes me that she is beginning to be frightened of her own people.

Rehearsing a play is making the word flesh. Publishing a play is reversing the process.

You can't always let people do their own thing.

The trouble is if you don’t spend your life yourself, other people spend it for you.