I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.

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

I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.

Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.

It is a test (a positive test, I do not assert that it is always valid negatively), that genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

I shall not want Honor in Heaven For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney And have talk with Coriolanus And other heroes of that kidney.