I Was An Accomplice In My Own

Figaro Is A Bad Play. It Stirs Up Hatred Between The Classes. In France, It Has Caused Nothing But Bitterness. My Own Dear Sister,antoinette, Writes Me That She Is Beginning To Be Frightened Of Her Own People.

I Think Plays, Like Books, Are Endemic. They Grow Out Of The Soil Of The Writer And The Place He's Writing About. I Think, You Just Can't Move Them About, You Know.

Tragedy, For Me, Is Not A Conflict Between Right And Wrong, But Between Two Different Kinds Of Right.

What Use, After All, Is Man, If Not To Teach God His Lessons?

It Is Very, Very Difficult For A Playwright To Write A Scene In Which A Young Man Has His First Deep Experience Of Sex With A Girl Whom He Found Immensely Attractive, Is Fully Satisfied By This Event And Gets Up And Blinds A Lot Of Horses.