This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up---no more flower.

The critics suppose that it is easy to write a play. They aren't aware that writing a good play is difficult and writing a bad one is twice as hard.

If you cry ''Forward'' you must be sure to make clear the direction in which to go. Don't you see that if you fail to do that and simply call out the word to a monk and a revolutionary, they will go in precisely opposite directions?

Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.

No matter how corrupt and unjust a convict may be, he loves fairness more than anything else. If the people placed over him are unfair, from year to year he lapses into an embittered state characterized by an extreme lack of faith.

Only during hard times do people come to understand how difficult it is to be master of their feelings and thoughts.

In displaying the psychology of your characters, minute particulars are essential. God save us from vague generalizations!