In The Ideal Sense Nothing Is Uninteresting;

Land Was Created To Provide A Place For Boats To Visit.

Everyone In Daily Life Carries Such A Heavy Mixed Burden On His Own Conscience That He Is Reluctant To Penalize Those Who Have Been Caught.

Although Birds Coexist With Us On This Eroded Planet, They Live Independently Of Us With A Self-sufficiency That Is Almost A Rebuke. In The World Of Birds A Symposium On The Purpose Of Life Would Be Inconceivable. They Do Not Need It. We Are Not That Self-reliant. We Are The Ones Who Have Lost Our Way.

It Seems Not To Have Been Written. It Is The Quintessence Of Life. It Is The Basic Truth.

It Seems To Me That The Thing That Makes The Theater Worthwhile Is The Fact That It Attracts So Many People With Ideas Who Are Constantly Trying To Share Them With The Public. Real Art Is Illumination. It Gives A Man An Idea He Never Had Before Or Lights Up Ideas That Were Formless Or Only Lurking In The Shadows Of His Mind. It Adds Stature To Life.