A Perpetually New And Lively World, But

What Is It In The Actor, The Stage, That Casts So Powerful A Spell On The Young Imagination?

Old Men When They Begin To Hear The Last Trumpet, On The Morning Breeze, Often Have A Kind Of Absent-minded Smile; Like People Listening. And Their Smiles Are Just Politeness.

No Doubt Any Connoisseur, Any Collector, Some Bored Old Millionaire When He Shows Off His Treasures, Is Seeking In Your Praise The Resurrection And The Life.

What I Say To An Artist Is, 'when You Can't Paint - Paint.

Throughout The Play Everything Possible Was Done To Show The Virtue, Innocence And Helplessness Of The Poor, And The Abandoned Cruelty, The Heartless Self-indulgence Of The Rich.