Impact lies in the vicinity of mistakes.

When the leaders speak of peace, the common folk know war is coming.

We need a type of theatre which not only releases the feelings, insights and impulses possible within the particular historical field of human relations in which the action takes place, but employs and encourages those thoughts and feelings which help transform the field itself.

Poverty makes you wise but it's a curse.

Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what's left tastes bitter.

Something ignoble, loathsome, undignified attends all associations between people and has been transferred to all objects, dwelling, tools, even the landscape itself.

Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is right at their heels.