English Plays, Atrocious In Content, Absurd In

Tolerance Should Really Only Be A Passing Attitude: It Should Lead To Appreciation. To Tolerate Is To Offend.

The Sea Is Flowing Ever, The Land Retains It Never.

We All Walk In Mysteries. We Are Surrounded By An Atmosphere About Which We Still Know Nothing At All.

There Are Situations In Which Hope And Fear Run Together, In Which They Mutually Destroy One Another And Lose Themselves In Dull Indifference.

Wind Is The Loving Wooer Of Waters; Wind Blends Together Billows All-foaming. Spirit Of Man, Thou Art Like Unto Water! Fortune Of Man, Thou Art Like Unto Wind!