I still feel-kind of temporary about myself.
The theater is so endlessly fascinating because it's so accidental. It's so much like life.
The best of our theater is standing on tiptoe, striving to see over the shoulders of father and mother. The worst is exploiting and wallowing in the self-pity of adolescence and obsessive keyhole sexuality. The way out, as the poet says, is always through.
If you analyse anything, you destroy it.
A man is not a bird, to come and go with the springtime.
Tragedy enlightens - and it must, in that it points the heroic finger at the enemy of man's freedom. The thrust for freedom is the quality in tragedy which exalts. The revolutionary questioning of the stable environment is what terrifies.