Good Plays Drive Bad Playgoers Crazy.

Although Birds Coexist With Us On This Eroded Planet, They Live Independently Of Us With A Self-sufficiency That Is Almost A Rebuke. In The World Of Birds A Symposium On The Purpose Of Life Would Be Inconceivable. They Do Not Need It. We Are Not That Self-reliant. We Are The Ones Who Have Lost Our Way.

The Evil That Men Do Lives On The Front Pages Of Greedy Newspapers, But The Good Is Oft Interred Apathetically Inside.

The Most Fatal Illusion Is The Settled Point Of View. Since Life Is Growth And Motion, A Fixed Point Of View Kills Anybody Who Has One.

Nobody Is Fully Alive Who Cannot Apply To Art As Much Discrimination And Appreciation As He Applies To The Work By Which He Earns His Living.

In The 1920s Dramatists Attacked Their Subjects As If The Inequities Could Be Resolved. Some Of The Traditional Optimism Of America Lurked Behind Most Of The Early Plays. But Not Now. There Is No Conviction Now That The Problem Will Be Solved.