"Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of..." — Tennessee Williams

In memory everything seems to happen to music.

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.

If I am no longer disturbed myself, I will deal less with disturbed people, but I don't regret having concerned myself with them because I think most of us are disturbed.

We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.