The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomime! Now I shall abjure magic and become a hermit : put myself in a situation where I can honestly say that I have nothing else to do but to learn to be good.

There is nothing like early promiscuous sex for dispelling life's bright mysterious expectations.

Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth - well, it's like brown - it's not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.

The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak.

Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.

Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.

... when caught unawares I usually tell the truth, and what's duller than that?