Only The Very Greatest Art Invigorates Without

The Theatre Is A Tragic Place, Full Of Endings And Partings And Heartbreak.

Art Is Not Cozy And It Is Not Mocked. Art Tells The Only Truth That Ultimately Matters. It Is The Light By Which Human Things Can Be Mended. And After Art There Is, Let Me Assure You All, Nothing.

We Are All The Judges And The Judged, Victims Of The Casual Malice And Fantasy Of Others, And Ready Sources Of Fantasy And Malice In Our Turn. And If We Are Sometimes Accused Of Sins Of Which We Are Innocent, Are There Not Also Other Sins Of Which We Are Guilty And Of Which The World Knows Nothing?

Probably No Adult Misery Can Be Compared With A Child's Despair.

A Middling Talent Makes For A More Serene Life.