I Write The Big Scenes First, That

No One Can Estimate The Power Of Authority Among Poor And Uneducated People In A World Whose Problems Confuse Even The Wisest.

The Truth Is That Life Is Hard And Dangerous; That He Who Seeks His Own Happiness Does Not Find It; That He Who Is Weak Must Suffer; That He Who Demands Love Will Be Disappointed; That He Who Is Greedy Will Not Be Fed; That He Who Seeks Peace Will Find Strife; That Truth Is Only For The Brave; That Joy Is Only For Him Who Does Not Fear To Be Alone; That Life Is Only For The One Who Is Not Afraid To Die.

Old Men When They Begin To Hear The Last Trumpet, On The Morning Breeze, Often Have A Kind Of Absent-minded Smile; Like People Listening. And Their Smiles Are Just Politeness.

Nothing Like Poetry When You Lie Awake At Night. It Keeps The Old Brain Limber. It Washes Away The Mud And Sand That Keeps On Blocking Up The Bends. Like Waves To Make The Pebbles Dance On My Old Floors. And Turn Them Into Rubies And Jacinths; Or At Any Rate, Good Imitations.

What I Say To An Artist Is, 'when You Can't Paint - Paint.