Sex touches the heavens only when it simultaneously touches the gutter and the mud.
Men go to the theatre to forget; women, to remember.
An actor without a playwright is like a hole without a doughnut.
A poet, any real poet, is simply an alchemist who transmutes his cynicism regarding human beings into an optimism regarding the moon, the stars, the heavens, and the flowers, to say nothing of Spring, love, and dogs.
Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.
It is only the cynicism that is born of success that is penetrating and valid.