For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

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

If you will not have God (and He is a jealous God), you should pay your respects to Hitler or Stalin.

To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not / You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.

The circle of our understanding is a very restricted area.

Survival is your strength not your shame.

Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple tree.