No One Can Estimate The Power Of

A Perfect God Is The Creation Of A Conceited Man

Nothing Like Poetry When You Lie Awake At Night. It Keeps The Old Brain Limber. It Washes Away The Mud And Sand That Keeps On Blocking Up The Bends. Like Waves To Make The Pebbles Dance On My Old Floors. And Turn Them Into Rubies And Jacinths; Or At Any Rate, Good Imitations.

Throughout The Play Everything Possible Was Done To Show The Virtue, Innocence And Helplessness Of The Poor, And The Abandoned Cruelty, The Heartless Self-indulgence Of The Rich.

A Novel Should Be An Experience And Convey An Emotional Truth Rather Than Arguments.

What Is It In The Actor, The Stage, That Casts So Powerful A Spell On The Young Imagination?