Man must shape his tools lest they shape him.

I think the job of the artist is to remind people of what they have chosen to forget.

...an everlasting funeral marches round your heart.

Oh,Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer.

Pathos truly is the mode for the pessimist. But tragedy requires a nicer balance between what is possible and what is impossible. And it is curious, although edifying, that the plays we revere, century after century, are the tragedies. In them, and in them alone, lies the belief-optimistic, if you will, in the perfectibility of man.

When the guns roar, the arts die.

The world is always ending; the exact date depends on when you came into it.