But there comes a time in everybody's life when he must decide whether he'll live among human beings or nota fool among fools or a fool alone.

Even in the most perfect love one person loves less profoundly than the other.

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.

Every good thing in the world stands on the razor-edge of danger.

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?

Being employed is like being loved: you know that somebody's thinking about you the whole time.