It is very necessary to have markers of beauty left in a world seemingly bent on making the most evil ugliness.
Literature is the orchestration of platitudes.
Life is a fatal adventure. It can only have one end. So why not make it as far-ranging and free as possible.
Comparisons of one's lot with others' teaches us nothing and enfeebles the will.
For what human ill does dawn not seem to be alternative?
A dramatist is one who from his earliest years has found that sheer gazing at the shocks and counter-shocks among people is quite sufficiently engrossing without having to encase it in comment.