Quotes from Robert E. Sherwood

Poor, dear God. Playing Idiot's Delight. The game that never means anything, and never ends.

And who are the greater criminals-those who sell the instruments of death, or those who buy them and use them?

To be able to write a play a man must be sensitive, imaginative, naive, gullible, passionate; he must be something of an imbecile, something of a poet, something of a liar, something of a damn fool.

He must be independent and brave, and sure of himself and of the importance of his work, because if he isn't he will never survive the scorching blasts of derision that will probably greet his first efforts.

The trouble with me is, I belong to a vanishing race. I'm one of the intellectuals.

We all come from our own little planets. That's why we're all different. That's what makes life interesting.

That's the whole story of my life: frustration. It's a chronic disease, and it's incurable.

The happiest miser on earth is the man who saves up every friend he can make.