When I stepped from hard manual work to writing, I just stepped from one kind of hard work to another.

The drama's altar isn't on the stage: it is candle-sticked and flowered in the box office. There is the gold, though there be no frankincense or myrrh; and the gospel for the day always The Play will Run for a Year. The Dove of Inspiration, of the desire for inspiration, has flown away from it; and on it's roof, now, the commonplace crow caws candidly.

A laugh is the loud echo of a sigh; a sigh the faint echo of a laugh.

When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.

That's the Irish all over -- they treat a joke as a serious thing and a serious thing as a joke.

Nothing seems too high or low for the humorist; he is above honor, above faith, preserving sense in religion and sanity in life.

You cannot put a rope around the neck of an idea: you can not put an idea up against a barracks-square wall and riddle it with bullets: you cannot confine it in the strongest prison cell that your slaves could ever build.