Comparisons of one's lot with others' teaches us nothing and enfeebles the will.
Literature is the orchestration of platitudes.
We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.
Either we live by accident and die by accident, or we live by plan and die by plan.
The theatre is supremely fitted to say: 'Behold! These things are.' Yet most dramatists employ it to say: 'This moral truth can be learned from beholding this action.'
The future author is one who discovers that language, the exploration and manipulation of the resources of language, will serve him in winning through to his way.