There Are Too Many Souls Of Wood

There's No Such Thing As Love; Only Proof Of Love.

Whatever The Public Blames You For, Cultivate It; It Is Yourself.

Poetry Is A Religion With No Hope.

It Was The East That Should Have Sent Us Missionaries.

The Audience Bursts Into Laughter. With The Tragic Gag I Don't Expect The Audience To Laugh (if They Do, I Have Failed) But I Expect A Black Silence From Them That Is Almost As Violent: As Laughter.