Real Misery Cuts Off All Paths To

The Theatre Is A Tragic Place, Full Of Endings And Partings And Heartbreak.

I Have Used The Word "attention," Which I Borrow From Simone Weil, To Express The Idea Of A Just And Loving Gaze Directed Upon Individual Reality. I Believe This To Be The Characteristic And Proper Mark Of The Active Moral Agent.

When Does One Ever Know A Human Being? Perhaps Only After One Has Realized The Impossibility Of Knowledge And Renounced The Desire For It And Finally Ceased To Feel Even The Need Of It. But Then What One Achieves Is No Longer Knowledge, It Is Simply A Kind Of Co-existence; And This Too Is One Of The Guises Of Love.

Education Doesn’t Make You Happy. Nor Does Freedom. We Don’t Become Happy Just Because We’re Free – If We Are. Or Because We’ve Been Educated – If We Have. But Because Education May Be The Means By Which We Realize We Are Happy. It Opens Our Eyes, Our Ears, Tells Us Where Delights Are Lurking, Convinces Us That There Is Only One Freedom Of Any Importance Whatsoever, That Of The Mind, And Gives Us The Assurance – The Confidence – To Walk The Path Our Mind, Our Educated Mind, Offers.

People From A Planet Without Flowers Would Think We Must Be Mad With Joy The Whole Time To Have Such Things About Us.