Unless I Write Every Day, I Don't

Where Words Leave Off, Gesture Begins. Don't We Speak Of A Person Being Speechless With Rage, Dancing With Impatience, Setting His Teeth? The Final Motions Of The Soul Are Speechless, Animal, Grotesque, Or Of An Incomparable Beauty.

Man As An Individual Is A Genius. But Men In The Mass Form The Headless Monster, A Great, Brutish Idiot That Goes Where Prodded.

Life Is A Play That Does Not Allow Testing. So, Sing, Cry, Dance, Laugh And Live Intensely, Before The Curtain Closes And The Piece Ends With No Applause.

The People Are Applauding You Because None Of Them Understands You And Applauding Me Because Everybody Understands Me.

Movies Are A Fad. Audiences Really Want To See Live Actors On A Stage.