Reality Is A Narrow Little

A Friend Of Mine Tells Me That A Beethoven Symphony Can Solve For Him A Problem Of Conduct. I've No Doubt That It Does So Simply By Giving Him A Sense Of The Tragedy And The Greatness Of Human Destiny, Which Makes His Personal Anxieties Seem Small, Which Throws Them Into A New Proportion.

The Concept, The Label, Is Perpetually Hiding From Us All The Nature Of The Real.

Something You Have To Make...it's All Work, Work.

Reality Is A Narrow Little House Which Becomes A Prison To Those Who Can't Get Out Of It.

What Is It In The Actor, The Stage, That Casts So Powerful A Spell On The Young Imagination?