Dawn Was Breaking, Like The Light From

The Theater, Bringing Impersonal Masks To Life, Is Only For Those Who Are Virile Enough To Create New Life: Either As A Conflict Of Passions Subtler Than Those We Already Know, Or As A Complete New Character.

The Virtue Of Dress Rehearsals Is That They Are A Free Show For A Select Group Of Artists And Friends Of The Author, And Where For One Unique Evening The Audience Is Almost Expurgated Of Idiots.

Talking About Things That Are Understandable Only Weighs Down The Mind.

The Applause Of Silence. Is The Only Kind That Counts.

Duration Is The Transformation Of A Succession Into A Reversion. In Other Words: The Becoming Of A Memory.