We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

In a world of fugitives the one who stays home will seem to be running away

Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable, Patient to some degree, at first recognized as a frontier; Useful, untrustworthy, as a conveyor of commerce; Then only a problem confronting the builder of bridges. The problem once solved, the brown god is almost forgotten By the dwellers in cities-ever, however, implacable. Keeping his seasons, and rages, destroyer, reminder Of what men choose to forget. Unhonored, unpropitiated By worshippers of the machine, but waiting, watching and waiting.

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

You must not on any account give me credit for being penetrating. I have impressed people that way before, and the result is always disaster.