The Worst Constructed Play Is A Bach

We Rely Upon The Poets, The Philosophers, And The Playwrights To Articulate What Most Of Us Can Only Feel, In Joy Or Sorrow. They Illuminate The Thoughts For Which We Only Grope; They Give Us The Strength And Balm We Cannot Find In Ourselves. Whenever I Feel My Courage Wavering, I Rush To Them. They Give Me The Wisdom Of Acceptance, The Will And Resiliance To Push On.

The Theatre Demanded Of Its Members Stamina, Good Digestion, The Ability To Adjust, And A Strong Sense Of Humor. There Was No Discomfort An Actor Didn't Learn To Endure. To Survive, We Had To Be Horses And We Were.

When It Comes To Staying Tuned: If You Rest, You Rust.

The Truth Is That There Is Only One Terminal Dignity - Love. And The Story Of A Love Is Not Important - What Is Important Is That One Is Capable Of Love. It Is Perhaps The Only Glimpse We Are Permitted Of Eternity.

If You Rest, You Rust.