“When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.”

What’s a joy to the one is a nightmare to the other.

Go make yourself a plan And be a shining light. Then make yourself a second plan, For neither will come right.

Those who have had no share in the good fortunes of the mighty Often have a share in their misfortunes.

The storm that bends the birch trees Is held to be violent But how about the storm That bends the backs of the roadworkers?

Grub first, then ethics.

We need a type of theatre which not only releases the feelings, insights and impulses possible within the particular historical field of human relations in which the action takes place, but employs and encourages those thoughts and feelings which help transform the field itself.

Hungry man, reach for the book: it is a weapon.

Everyone needs help from everyone.

Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it.

Come in, dear wind, and be our guest You too have neither home nor rest.

Literary works cannot be taken over like factories, or literary forms of expression like industrial methods.

Who fights may lose, but who does not fight has lost already.

A man who strains himself on the stage is bound, if he is any good, to strain all the people sitting in the stalls.

On thinking about Hell, I gather My brother Shelley found it was a place Much like the city of London.

Then I will tell you something. I do not believe in it. Forty years among men has consistently taught me that they are not amenable to commonsense.

He who fights, can lose. He who doesn’t fight, has already lost.