The Theater, For All Its Artifices, Depicts

Art Is A Delayed Echo.

The Human Race, In Its Intellectual Life, Is Organized Like The Bees: The Masculine Soul Is A Worker, Sexually Atrophied, And Essentially Dedicated To Impersonal And Universal Arts; The Feminine Is Queen, Infinite Fertile, Omnipresent In Its Brooding Industry, But Passive And Abounding In Intuitions Without Method And Passions Without Justice.

Chaos Is Perhaps At The Bottom Of Everything.

Habit Is Stronger Than Reason.

The Unforgivable Sin Is The Refusal To Pardon.