In spite of all the dishonour, the broken standards, the broken lives, The broken faith in one place or another, There was something left that was more than the tales Of old men on winter evenings.

Dear Mother, I am getting on nicely in my work at the bank, and like it ... I want to find out something about the science of money while I am at it; it is an extraordinarily interesting subject.

What is this self-inside us, this silent observer, severe and speechless critic, who can terrorize us, and urge us onto futile activity, and in the end, judge us still more severely for the errors into which his own reproaches drove us?

Between the vision and the act lies the shadow.

Playwriting gets into your blood and you can't stop it. At least not until the producers or the public tell you to.

There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.

Time past and time future allow but a little consciousness. To be conscious is not to be in time.