I write plays because dialogue is the most respectable way of contradicting myself.

Every exit is an entry somewhere else.

Skill without imagination is craftsmanship and gives us many useful objects such as wickerwork picnic baskets. Imagination without skill gives us modern art.

If you associate enough with older people who do enjoy their lives, who are not stored away in any golden ghettos, you will gain a sense of continuity and of the possibility for a full life.

Words are sacred. If you get the right ones in the right order you can nudge the world a little.

It's not the voting that's democracy; it's the counting.

A healthy attitude is contagious but don't wait to catch it from others. Be a carrier.

To be an artist at all is like living in Switzerland during a world war. To be an artist in Zurich, in 1917, implies a degree of self-absorption that would have glazed over the eyes of Narcissus.

If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.

Give us this day our daily mask.

Atheism is a crutch for those who cannot bear the reality of God.

I do not want to sound cynical or condescending, but your lips are moving, your mind unbending.

I love sleep. I need sleep. We all do, of course. There are those people that don't need sleep. I think they're called 'successful.

I do not go on my Wikipedia page. There's just too much weird information on there for me to pick apart.

Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes. After that who cares?... He's a mile away and you've got his shoes!

We shouldn't deny the pain of what happens in our lives. We should just refuse to focus only on the valleys.

Saving us is the greatest and most concrete demonstration of God's love, the definitive display of His grace throughout time and eternity.

And yet, just for a moment, what almost frightening power had sounded in that cry from only a few hundred throats! Why was it that they could never shout like that about anything that mattered?

The root of great companies is make meaning vs. make money.

Ridicule often cuts the knot, where severity fails.

The proverbial Englishman, we know from old chronicler Froissart, takes his pleasures sadly, and the Englishwoman goes a step further and takes her pleasures in sadness itself.