I Long For Solitude And Yet I

A Really Conscientious Doctor Ought To Die With His Patient. The Captain Goes Down With His Ship.

The Critic Should Describe, And Not Prescribe.

That's How We Stay Young These Days: Murder And Suicide.

If I Write A New Play, My Point Of View May Be Profoundly Modified. I May Be Obliged To Contradict Myself And I May No Longer Know Whether I Still Think What I Think.

A Person Who Has Not Completely Lost The Memory Of Paradise, Even Though It Is A Faint One, Will Suffer Endlessly. He Will Feel The Call Of The Essential World, Will Hear The Voice That Comes From So Far Away That One Cannot Find Out Where It Comes From, A Voice That Cannot Guide Him.