I know about her, although she has never crossed my path," he said softly. "I know about her struggles and her defeats. It is because of her defeats that she is to me the lovely one. Out of her defeats she has been born a new quality in woman. I have a name for it. I call it Tandy. I made up the name when I was a true dreamer and before my body became vile. It is the quality of being strong to be loved. It is something men need from women and that they do not get.

Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night,' he had said. 'You must not try to make love definite. It is the divine accident of life. If you try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses.

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

...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.

The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.

He thought about himself and to the young that always brings sadness.

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