Characterization in a play is like a blank check which the dramatist accords to the actor for him to fill in.

How terrifying and glorious the role of man if, indeed, without guidance and without consolation he must create from his own vitals the meaning for his existence and write the rules whereby he lives.

Literature is the orchestration of platitudes.

We live in what is, but we find a thousand ways not to face it. Great theater strengthens our faculty to face it.

It is very necessary to have markers of beauty left in a world seemingly bent on making the most evil ugliness.

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?

What is essential does not die but clarifies.