The writer is a spiritual anarchist, as in the depth of his soul every man is. He is discontented with everything and everybody. The writer is everybody's best friend and only true enemy — the good an...
I care so much about everything that I care about nothing
Every man in the world is better than some one else. And not as good as some one else.
You write a hit play the same way you write a flop
What do you mean, what's the matter with him? Nothing's the matter with him, everything's the matter with him, the same as it is with everybody else. He's just fine. He gets overwhelmed now and then,...
I know you will remember this — that nothing good ever ends. If it did, there would be no people in the world — no life at all, anywhere. And the world is full of people and full of wonderful life.
Be grateful for yourself... be thankful.
Every man in the world is better than someone else and not as good as someone else.
You know the look: genius gone to pot, and ready to join the Communist Party
It takes a lot of rehearsing for a man to be himself.
What a lonely and silly thing it is to be an Armenian writer in America.
Dear lady, ... dear gentleman, reader, [it's] not right ... to put down this writer on his writing ... And I'll tell you why, too: it hurts, that's why.... People try to understand why writers commit...
This is what drives a young writer out of his head, this feeling that nothing is being said.
I never knew teachers are human beings like everybody else-- and better too!
He was under the impression that he belonged wherever there was something interesting to see.
There is little pride in writers. They know they are human and shall some day die and be forgotten. Knowing all this a writer is gentle and kindly where another man is severe and unkind.
I have always been a Laugher, disturbing people who are not laughers, upsetting whole audiences at theatres... I laugh, that's all. I love to laugh. Laugher to me is being alive. I have had rotten tim...
Sometimes the most intelligent thing is not to do anything, certainly nothing loaded with the imbecility of emotionality.
Lionel whispered because he was under the impression that it was out of respect for books, not consideration for readers.
Everything alive is part of each of us, and many things which do not move as we move are part of us. The sun is part of us, the earth, the sky, the stars, the rivers, and the oceans. All things are pa...