The Friend Who Understands You,

All These Young Millionaires Were Anarchists, Of Course: When A Man Possesses Everything It Is The Supreme Luxury For Him To Deny Society: For In That Way He Can Evade His Responsibilities

The Theatre, Like The Fresco, Is Art Fitted To Its Place. And Therefore It Is Above All Else The Human Art, The Living Art.

One Day History Will Pass Judgment On Each Of The Nations At War; She Will Weigh Their Measure Of Errors, Lies, And Heinous Follies. Let Us Try To Make Ours Light Before Her!

History Furnishes To Politics All The Arguments That It Needs, For The Chosen Cause.

It Is The Artist's Business To Create Sunshine When The Sun Fails.