Who said “The theatre is a gross art, built in sweeps and over-emphasis. Compromise is its second…”?

“I think theatre should always be somewhat suspect.”

“The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give, for we that live to please, must please to live.”

“The pit of a theatre is the one place where the tears of virtuous and wicked men alike are mingled.”

“It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work -- the night watchman.”

“The theater needs continual reminders that there is nothing more debasing than the work of those who do well what is not worth doing at all.”

“Sex -- the great inequality, the great miscalculator, the great Irritator.”

“When a man goes through six years training to be a doctor he will never be the same. He knows too much.”

“A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.”

“If a dog doesn't put you first where are you both? In what relation? A dog needs God. It lives by your glances, your wishes. It even shares your humor. This happens about the fifth year. If it doesn't happen you are only keeping an animal.”

“Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it's the answer to everything. To ''Why am I here?'' To uselessness. It's the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it's a cactus.”

“It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.”