The Theatre Is A Tragic Place, Full

There Is No Beyond, There Is Only Here, The Infinitely Small, Infinitely Great And Utterly Demanding Present.

Love Is The Source Of Our Greatest Errors; But When It Is Even Partially Refined It Is The Energy And The Passion Of The Soul In Its Search For Good, The Force That Joins Us To Good And Joins Us To The World Through Good. Its Existence Is The Unmistakable Sign That We Are Spiritual Creatures, Attracted By Excellence And Made For The Good. It Is A Reflection Of The Warmth And Light Of The Sun.

We Need A Moral Philosophy Which Can Speak Significantly Of Freud And Marx And Out Of Which Aesthetic And Political Views Can Be Generated. We Need A Moral Philosophy In Which The Concept Of Love, So Rarely Mentioned Now, Can Once Again Be Made Central.

The Sending Of A Letter Constitutes A Magical Grasp Upon The Future.

Emotions Really Exist At The Bottom Of The Personality Or At The Top. In The Middle They Are Acted. This Is Why All The World Is A Stage.