Life Would Die Without Poets, And Democracy

Throughout The Play Everything Possible Was Done To Show The Virtue, Innocence And Helplessness Of The Poor, And The Abandoned Cruelty, The Heartless Self-indulgence Of The Rich.

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

Funeral Expenses Are The Curse Of The Poor Everywhere On Earth, They Are Wasteful And Unnecessary, They Are The Price Of Foolish Ostentation And A Display That Is Less An Evidence Of Grief Than A Vulgar Travesty Of Those Pompous Obsequies Where No Grief Is.

A Perpetually New And Lively World, But A Dangerous One, Full Of Tragedy And Injustice.

The Concept, The Label, Is Perpetually Hiding From Us All The Nature Of The Real.