All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness. |
We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress. |
What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains. |
Time is the longest distance between two places. |
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it. |
I have always depended on the kindness of strangers. |
The most dangerous word in any human tongue is the word for brother. It's inflammatory. |
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation. |
Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person. |
I have always been pushed by the negative. The apparent failure of a play sends me back to my typewriter that very night, before the reviews are out. I am more compelled to get back to work than if I had a success. |
If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it. |
When I stop working the rest of the day is posthumous. I'm only really alive when I'm writing. |
A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace. |
Once you fully apprehend the vacuity of a life without struggle, you are equipped with the basic means of salvation. |
The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks. |
Life is an unanswered question, but let's still believe in the dignity and importance of the question. |
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going. |
Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in life, even in one's own character to himself. |
We have to distrust each other. It is our only defense against betrayal. |
Death is one moment, and life is so many of them. Topics: Death |