Love has nothing to do with good reasons.
Things are always different from what they might be.
Her memory's your love. You want no other.
Art is nothing more than the shadow of humanity.
The visible world is but man turned inside out that he may be revealed to himself.
To treat a big subject in the intensely summarized fashion demanded by an evening's traffic of the stage when the evening, freely clipped at each end, is reduced to two hours and a half, is a feat of which the difficulty looms large.