Language is a machine for making falsehoods.
to be understood is not a human right. Even to understand oneself is not a human right.
Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.
Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.
Being good is just a matter of temperament in the end.
The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak.