Joy is the triumph of life; it is the sign that we are living our true life as spiritual beings.

Experience proves that none is so cruel as the disillusioned sentimentalist.

A man may build himself a throne of bayonets, but he cannot sit on it.

Beneath the dingy uniformity of international fashions in dress, man remains what he has always been; a splendid fighting animal, a self-sacrificing hero, and a blood thirsty savage.

In praising science, it does not follow that we must adopt the very poor philosophies which scientific men have constructed. In philosophy they have much more to learn than to teach.

Theater is, of course, a reflection of life. Maybe we have to improve life before we can hope to improve theater.

The enemies of freedom do not argue; they shout and they shoot.