Personal lyricism is the outcry of prisoner to prisoner from the cell in solitary where each is confined for the duration of his life.

Living with someone you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone, if the on that you love doesn't love you.

Security is a kind of death.

For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura -- and so goodbye. . . .

Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in life, even in one's own character to himself.

The future is called 'perhaps,' which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the important thing is not to allow that to scare you.

I gave up visiting my psychoanalyst because he was meddling too much in my private life.