I am so far from being a pessimist...on the contrary, in spite of my scars, I am tickled to death at life.

We fought so long against small things that we became small ourselves.

I am so far from being a pessimist...on the contrary, in spite of my scars, I am tickled to death at life.

Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love?

I have had my dance with Folly, nor do I shirk the blame; I have sipped the so-called Wine of Life and paid the price of shame; But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my spirit craves, Where the rainbows play in the flying spray, 'Mid the keen salt kiss of the waves.

God gave us mouths that close and ears that don't... that should tell us something.

Take some wood and canvas and nails and things. Build yourself a theater, a stage, light it, learn about it. When you've done that you will probably know how to write a play.