Good Plays Drive Bad Playgoers

Nobody Is Fully Alive Who Cannot Apply To Art As Much Discrimination And Appreciation As He Applies To The Work By Which He Earns His Living.

Although Birds Coexist With Us On This Eroded Planet, They Live Independently Of Us With A Self-sufficiency That Is Almost A Rebuke. In The World Of Birds A Symposium On The Purpose Of Life Would Be Inconceivable. They Do Not Need It. We Are Not That Self-reliant. We Are The Ones Who Have Lost Our Way.

After Each War There Is A Little Less Democracy Left To Save.

The Evil That Men Do Lives On The Front Pages Of Greedy Newspapers, But The Good Is Oft Interred Apathetically Inside.

We Tolerate Differences Of Opinion In People Who Are Familiar To Us. But Differences Of Opinion In People We Do Not Know Sound Like Heresy Or Plots.