You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I’m inclined to extravagance.

Being a memory play, it is dimly lighted, it is sentimental. It is not realistic.

Nobody knew my rose of the world but me... I had too much glory. They don't want glory like that in nobody's heart

I talk out the lines as I write them.

Not facing a fire doesn't put it out.

If people behaved in the same way nations do they would all be put in straitjackets.

But I think the spirit of man is a good adversary