When You Lose The Power To Laugh,

The Aftermath Of The War Is What Inspired Us To Write Many Of Our Plays. The Whole Reason For Our Writing Inherit The Wind Was That We Were Appalled At The Blacklisting. We Were Appalled At Thought Control.

A Neurotic Is A Man Who Builds A Castle In The Air. A Psychotic Is The Man Who Lives In It. A Psychiatrist Is The Man Who Collects The Rent.

An Idea Is A Greater Monument Than A Cathedral. And The Advance Of Man's Knowledge Is More Of A Miracle Than Any Sticks Turned To Snakes, Or The Parting Of Waters!

I Say That You Cannot Administer A Wicked Law Impartially. You Can Only Destroy. You Can Only Punish. I Warn You That A Wicked Law, Like Cholera, Destroys Everyone It Touches - Its Upholders As Well As Its Defiers.

Progress Has Never Been A Bargain. You Have To Pay For It. Sometimes I Think There's A Man Who Sits Behind A Counter And Says, "all Right, You Can Have A Telephone But You Lose Privacy And The Charm Of Distance. Madam, You May Vote But At A Price. You Lose The Right To Retreat Behind The Powder Puff Or Your Petticoat. Mister, You May Conquer The Air But The Birds Will Lose Their Wonder And The Clouds Will Smell Of Gasoline."