How do you know what the world is like? Do you know the world is a foul sty? Do you know if you rip the fronts off houses you'd find swine? The world's a hell. What does it matter what happens in it?

A play visibly represents pure existing.

I think I write in order to discover on my shelf a new book that I would enjoy reading, or to see a new play that would engross me.

People a thousand years from now - this is the way we were in the provinces north of New York at the beginning of the 20th century. This is the way we were: in our growing up and in our marrying and in our living and in our living and in our dying.

Nature reserves the right to inflict upon her children the most terrifying jests.

EMILY: "Does anyone ever realize life while they live it...every, every minute?" STAGE MANAGER: "No. Saints and poets maybe...they do some.

What is essential does not die but clarifies.