The helpless can't help the helpless.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

I can't expose a human weakness on the stage unless I know it through having it myself.

The world is a funny paper read backwards. And that way it isn't so funny.

Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter, and none of those instincts are given much play at the warehouse!

William Saroyan wrote a great play on this theme, that purity of heart is the one success worth having. "In the time of your life--live!" That time is short and it doesn't return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.

Luxury is the wolf at the door and its fangs are the vanities and conceits germinated by success. When an artist learns this, he knows where the danger is.