If The Sight Of The

The Weaker Partner In A Marriage Is The One Who Loves The Most.

I Have The Greatest Of All Riches: That Of Not Desiring Them.

To Save The Theatre, The Theatre Must Be Destroyed, The Actors And Actresses Must All Die Of The Plague. They Poison The Air, They Make Art Impossible. It Is Not Drama That They Play, But Pieces For The Theatre. We Should Return To The Greeks, Play In The Open Air; The Drama Dies Of Stalls And Boxes And Evening Dress, And People Who Come To Digest Their Dinner.

We Should Return To The Greeks, Play In The Open Air: The Drama Dies Of Stalls And Boxes And Evening Dress, And People Who Come To Digest Their Dinner.

... Does It Seem To You That It Is Possible To Speak Of Art? It Would Be The Same As Explaining Love!