I Use Everything That I Pick Up

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.

If I Were Twenty Or Thirty Years Younger, I Would Start Afresh In This Field With The Certainty Of Accomplishing Much. But I Should Have To Learn From The Bottom Up, Forgetting The Theatre Entirely And Concentrating On The Special Medium Of This New Art. My Mistake, And That Of Many Others, Lay In Employing "theatrical" Techniques Despite Every Effort To Avoid Them. Here Is Something Quite, Quite Fresh, A Penetrating Form Of Visual Poetry, An Untried Exponent Of The Human Soul. Alas, I Am Too Old For It!

All That I Have To Offer As An Artist Is The Revelation Of My Soul

Interpretation Is The Evidence Of Growth And Knowledge, The Latter Through Sorrow ? That Great Teacher.

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