Be happy. It's one way of being wise.

- and how time flies! What, has it already been twenty years, already forty years that we are together? Why, how terrible! We haven't yet said all we wanted to say to each other... May we have a little respite, or else may we be allowed to begin all over again!

I have found my voice again and the art of using it.

At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.

Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.

Be happy. It's one way of being wise.

No one asked you to be happy. Get to work.