The Fate Of Man Is Man.

I Am A Playwright. I Show What I Have Seen. In The Man Markets I Have Seen How Men Are Traded. That I Show, I, The Playwright.

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.

The Aim Of Science Is Not To Open The Door To Infinite Wisdom, But To Set A Limit To Infinite Error.

If You Join The Rat Race — You're In The Race Of Rats.

For Art To Be 'unpolitical' Means Only To Ally Itself With The 'ruling' Group.