Another Person's Illness Is Often

The Theatre Is A Tragic Place, Full Of Endings And Partings And Heartbreak.

Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life, What Next I Wonder.

Only The Very Greatest Art Invigorates Without Consoling.

Art Is A Kind Of Artificial Memory And The Pain Which Attends All Serious Art Is A Sense Of That Factitiousness.

The Theatre Is Certainly A Place For Learning About The Brevity Of Human Glory: Oh All Those Wonderful Glittering Absolutely Vanished Pantomime! Now I Shall Abjure Magic And Become A Hermit : Put Myself In A Situation Where I Can Honestly Say That I Have Nothing Else To Do But To Learn To Be Good.