I Am A Playwright. I Show What

From The Cradle To The Coffin Underwear Comes First.

Erst Kommt Das Fressen, Dann Kommt Die Moral.

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.

Poverty Makes You Sad As Well As Wise.

Art And Science Coincide Insofar As Both Aim To Improve The Lives Of Men And Women. The Latter Normally Concerns Itself With Profit, The Former With Pleasure. In The Coming Age, Art Will Fashion Our Entertainment Out Of New Means Of Productivity In Ways That Will Simultaneously Enhance Our Profit And Maximize Our Pleasure.