In The Contradiction Lies The Hope.

Eats First, Morals After.

Firebugs Dragging Their Gasoline Bottles Are Approaching The Academy Of Arts, With A Grin. And So, Instead Of Embracing Them, Let Us Demand The Freedom Of The Elbow To Knock The Bottles Out Of Their Filthy Hands. Even The Most Blockheaded Bureaucrat, Provided He Loves Peace, Is A Greater Lover Of The Arts Than Any So-called Art-lover Who Loves The Arts Of War.

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

Sin Is What Is New, Strong, Surprising, Strange. The Theatre Must Take An Interest In Sin If The Young Are To Be Able To Go There.

Some Party Hack Decreed That The People Had Lost The Government's Confidence And Could Only Regain It With Redoubled Effort. If That Is The Case, Would It Not Be Simpler, If The Government Simply Dissolved The People And Elected Another?