Life is a hypocrite if I can't live the way it moves me.
It is the individual man in his individual freedom who can mature with his warm spirit the unripe world.
How can a man learn navigation Where there's no rudder?
The skirts of the gods Drag in our mud. We feel the touch And take it to be a kiss.
How can we be scrupulous In a life which, from birth onwards, is so determined To wring us dry of any serenity at all?
In my plays I want to look at life at the commonplace of existence as if we had just turned a corner and run into it for the first time.