You May Proclaim, Good Sirs, Your Fine

Love Is Also Like A Coconut Which Is Good While It Is Fresh, But You Have To Spit It Out When The Juice Is Gone, What's Left Tastes Bitter.

Whenever There Are Great Virtues, It's A Sure Sign Something's Wrong.

We Need A Type Of Theatre Which Not Only Releases The Feelings, Insights And Impulses Possible Within The Particular Historical Field Of Human Relations In Which The Action Takes Place, But Employs And Encourages Those Thoughts And Feelings Which Help Transform The Field Itself.

The Human Race Tends To Remember The Abuses To Which It Has Been Subjected Rather Than The Endearments. What's Left Of Kisses? Wounds, However, Leave Scars.

First Feed The Face, Then Talk Right And Wrong.