Apart From The Known And The Unknown,

When The Storm Is Over And Night Falls And The Moon Is Out In All Its Glory And All You're Left With Is The Rhythm Of The Sea, Of The Waves, You Know What God Intended For The Human Race, You Know What Paradise Is.

One Way Of Looking At Speech Is To Say It Is A Constant Stratagem To Cover Nakedness.

There Are No Hard Distinctions Between What Is Real And What Is Unreal, Nor Between What Is True And What Is False. A Thing Is Not Necessarily Either True Or False; It Can Be Both True And False.

It’s Very Difficult To Feel Contempt For Others When You See Yourself In The Mirror.

I Thought The Plays Would Speak For Themselves. But They Didn't.