What Kind Of Times Are They, When

Don't Expect The Theatre To Satisfy The Habits Of Its Audience, But To Change Them.

Reality Changes; In Order To Represent It, Modes Of Representation Must Change.

What A Miserable Thing Life Is: You're In Clover; Only The Clover Isn't Good Enough.

War Is Like Love, It Always Finds A Way.

With Drooping Shoulders The Majority Sit Hunched, Their Foreheads Furrowed Like Stony Ground That Has Been Repeatedly Ploughed-up To No Purpose.