I Know Your Cause Is Lost, But

Who Apart From Ourselves, Can See Any Difference Between Our Victories And Our Defeats?

Religion Has Made An Honest Woman Of The Supernatural, And We Won't Have It Kicking Over The Traces Again.

How Can We Be Scrupulous In A Life Which, From Birth Onwards, Is So Determined To Wring Us Dry Of Any Serenity At All?

We Must Each Find Our Separate Meaning In The Persuasion Of Our Days Until We Meet In The Meaning Of The World.

In My Plays I Want To Look At Life At The Commonplace Of Existence As If We Had Just Turned A Corner And Run Into It For The First Time.