Poor, dear God. Playing Idiot's Delight. The game that never means anything, and never ends. — Robert E. Sherwood Copy Share Image
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… — Robert E. Sherwood Copy Share Image
The happiest miser on earth is the man who saves up every friend he can make. — Robert E. Sherwood Copy Share Image
To be able to write a play a man must be sensitive, imaginative, naive, gullible, passionate; he must be something of an imbecile, something… — Robert E. Sherwood Copy Share Image
That's the whole story of my life: frustration. It's a chronic disease, and it's incurable. — Robert E. Sherwood Copy Share Image
We all come from our own little planets. That's why we're all different. That's what makes life interesting. — Robert E. Sherwood Copy Share Image
And who are the greater criminals-those who sell the instruments of death, or those who buy them and use them? — Robert E. Sherwood Copy Share Image
Poor, dear God. Playing Idiot's Delight. The game that never means anything, and never ends. — Robert E. Sherwood Copy Share Image
All Coolidge had to do in 1924 was to keep his mean trap shut, to be elected. All Harding had to do in 1920… — Robert E. Sherwood Copy Share Image
I remember when I was younger, there was a well-known writer who used to dart down the back way whenever saw me coming. I… — Robert E. Sherwood Copy Share Image
The trouble with me is, I belong to a vanishing race. I'm one of the intellectuals. — Robert E. Sherwood Copy Share Image
