You won’t arrive. It is an endless search.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.

I feel that I am writing out of a full life. I am a rich man, rich in men known, in adventures had. I am rich with living.

Most people are afraid to trust their imaginations and the artist is not.

As time passed and he grew to know people better, he began to think of himself as an extraordinary man, one set apart from his fellows. He wanted terribly to make his life a thing of great importance, and as he looked about at his fellow men and saw how like clods they lived it seemed to him that he could not bear to become also such a clod.

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