We Are All Born; Some Remain So.

There Are Two Moments Worthwhile In Writing, The One When You Start And The Other When You Throw It In The Waste-paper Basket.

We Spend Our Life, It's Ours, Trying To Bring Together In The Same Instant A Ray Of Sunshine And A Free Bench

There's No Lack Of Void.

Never But The One Matter. The Dead And Gone. The Dying And Going. From The Word Go.

I Cannot Explain My Plays. Each Must Find Out For Himself What Is Meant