Good Plays Drive Bad Playgoers Crazy.

Although Birds Coexist With Us On This Eroded Planet, They Live Independently Of Us With A Self-sufficiency That Is Almost A Rebuke. In The World Of Birds A Symposium On The Purpose Of Life Would Be Inconceivable. They Do Not Need It. We Are Not That Self-reliant. We Are The Ones Who Have Lost Our Way.

Don't Be Condescending To Unskilled Labor. Try It For A Half A Day First.

The Cheese And Wine Party Has The Form Of Friendship Without The Warmth And Devotion. It Is A Device Either For Getting Rid Of Social Obligations Hurriedly En Mass, Or For Making Overtures Towards More Serious Social Relationships, As In The Etiquette Of Whoring.

It Seems To Me That The Thing That Makes The Theater Worthwhile Is The Fact That It Attracts So Many People With Ideas Who Are Constantly Trying To Share Them With The Public. Real Art Is Illumination. It Gives A Man An Idea He Never Had Before Or Lights Up Ideas That Were Formless Or Only Lurking In The Shadows Of His Mind. It Adds Stature To Life.

There Is No Joy So Great As That Of Reporting That A Good Play Has Come To Town.