You must try to forget all you have learned,” said the old man. “You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of the voices.

It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.

It may be true of all relationships, not only between fathers and sons, but between men and women. Nothing seems fixed. Everything is always changing. We seem to have very little control over our emotional life.

All good New Orleanians go to look at the Mississippi at least once a day. At night it is like creeping into a dark bedroom to look at a sleeping child--something of that sort--gives you the same warm nice feeling, I mean.

People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast.

Realism, in so far as the word means reality to life, is always bad art.

You can make a killing as a playwright in America, but you can't make a living.