I Have The Greatest Of All Riches:

... Does It Seem To You That It Is Possible To Speak Of Art? It Would Be The Same As Explaining Love!

I Have The Greatest Of All Riches: That Of Not Desiring Them.

To Save The Theatre, The Theatre Must Be Destroyed, And Actors And Actresses All Die Of The Plague ... They Make Art Impossible.

The Weaker Partner In A Marriage Is The One Who Loves The Most.

If The Sight Of The Blue Skies Fills You With Joy, If A Blade Of Grass Springing Up In The Fields Has Power To Move You, If The Simple Things Of Nature Have A Message That You Understand, Rejoice, For Your Soul Is Alive.