Love Is The Only Doorway From The

Goodness Is Nothing In The Furnace Of Art.

Everything We Feel Is Made Of Time. All The Beauties Of Life Are Shaped By It.

Rehearsing A Play Is Making The Word Flesh. Publishing A Play Is Reversing The Process.

Can You Think Of Anything Worse One Can Do To Anybody Than Take Away Their Worship?

What The Eye Does Not See, The Heart Does Not Grieve Over, Does It?