I believe the way to write a good play is to convince yourself it is easy to do, then go ahead and do it with ease.

Bohemia has no banner. It survives by discretion.

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.

Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person.

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

Oh, I haven't reached any peak. I hit the bottom in the '60s. When a certain actress undertook the leading role in a recent play of mine, she referred to me as "that old derelict." Not to my face, but behind my back.

Everyone says he's sincere, but everyone isn't sincere. If everyone was sincere who says he's sincere there wouldn't be half so many insincere ones in the world and there would be lots, lots, lots more really sincere ones!