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

The mountain violets break the rocks.

The rest of my days I'm going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I'm going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die — with my hand in the hand of some nice-looking ship's doctor, a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch.

What on earth can you do on this earth but catch at whatever comes near you, with both your fingers, until your fingers are broken?

The theatre is a place where one has time for the problems of people to whom one would show the door if they came to one's office for a job.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark -- that sort of make everything else seem -- unimportant.