The only people who grow old were born old to begin with.

That's the whole story of my life: frustration. It's a chronic disease, and it's incurable.

To be able to write a play a man must be sensitive, imaginative, naive, gullible, passionate; he must be something of an imbecile, something of a poet, something of a liar, something of a damn fool.

Tenterhooks are the upholstery of the anxious seat.

The only people who grow old were born old to begin with.

He must be independent and brave, and sure of himself and of the importance of his work, because if he isn't he will never survive the scorching blasts of derision that will probably greet his first efforts.

And who are the greater criminals-those who sell the instruments of death, or those who buy them and use them?