Play Is Experimenting With Chance.

In A Work Of Art, Chaos Must Shimmer Through The Veil Of Order.

A Complete Need Should Not Exist... Love, Life In Common With Loved Ones?

Everything At A Distance Turns Into Poetry; Distant Mountains, Distant People, Distant Events; All Become Romantic.

I Was Still Blind, But Twinkling Stars Did Dance Throughout My Being's Limitless Expanse, Nothing Had Yet Drawn Close, Only At Distant Stages I Found Myself, A Mere Suggestion Sensed In Past And Future Ages.

Most Observers Of The French Revolution, Especially The Clever And Noble Ones, Have Explained It As A Life-threatening And Contagious Illness. They Have Remained Standing With The Symptoms And Have Interpreted These In Manifold And Contrary Ways. Some Have Regarded It As A Merely Local Ill. The Most Ingenious Opponents Have Pressed For Castration. They Well Noticed That This Alleged Illness Is Nothing Other Than The Crisis Of Beginning Puberty.