It Is One Of The Great Joys

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 Applause Of Silence. Is The Only Kind That Counts.

Applause That Comes Thundering With Such Force You Might Think The Audience Merely Suffers The Music As An Excuse For Its Ovations.

The Work Of Art Is A Stuffed Crocodile.

I Am Dying. Please ... Bring Me A Toothpick.