Most Real Relationships Are Involuntary.

The Notion That One Can Liberate Another Soul From Captivity Is An Illusion Of The Very Young.

The Theatre Is Certainly A Place For Learning About The Brevity Of Human Glory: Oh All Those Wonderful Glittering Absolutely Vanished Pantomime! Now I Shall Abjure Magic And Become A Hermit : Put Myself In A Situation Where I Can Honestly Say That I Have Nothing Else To Do But To Learn To Be Good.

We Are Such Inward Secret Creatures, That Inwardness Is The Most Amazing Thing About Us, Even More Amazing Than Our Reason.

How Rarely Can Happiness Be Really Innocent And Not Triumphant, Not An Insult To The Deprived.

But Fantasy Kills Imagination, Pornography Is Death To Art.