... Vulgarity Has No Nation.

Life, Woman, Life Is God's Most Precious Gift; No Principle, However Glorious, May Justify The Taking Of It.

I Know You're No Worse Than Most Men But I Thought You Were Better. I Never Saw You As A Man. I Saw You As My Father.

The Devil Is Precise; The Marks Of His Presence Are Definite As Stone.

The Structure Of A Play Is Always The Story Of How The Birds Came Home To Roost.

There Is A Kind Of Perverse Unity Forming Among Us, Born, I Think, Of The Discontent Of All Classes Of People With The Endless Frustration Of Life.