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

Intense mutual erotic love, love which involves with the flesh all the most refined sexual being of the spirit, which reveals and perhaps even ex nihilo creates spirit as sex, is comparatively rare in this inconvenient world.

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

No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved

Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.

Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.