The Cheese And Wine Party Has The Form Of Friendship Without The Warmth And Devotion. It Is A Device Either For Getting Rid Of Social Obligations Hurriedly En Mass, Or For Making Overtures Towards More Serious Social Relationships, As In The Etiquette Of Whoring.
Nobody Is Fully Alive Who Cannot Apply To Art As Much Discrimination And Appreciation As He Applies To The Work By Which He Earns His Living.
It Seems Not To Have Been Written. It Is The Quintessence Of Life. It Is The Basic Truth.
Although The Theater Is Not Life, It Is Composed Of Fragments Or Imitations Of Life, And People On Both Sides Of The Footlight Have To Unite To Make The Fragments Whole And The Imitations Genuine.
Life Is Seldom As Unendurable As, To Judge By The Facts, It Logically Ought To Be.
It Seems To Me That The Thing That Makes The Theater Worthwhile Is The Fact That It Attracts So Many People With Ideas Who Are Constantly Trying To Share Them With The Public. Real Art Is Illumination. It Gives A Man An Idea He Never Had Before Or Lights Up Ideas That Were Formless Or Only Lurking In The Shadows Of His Mind. It Adds Stature To Life.
There Is A Good Deal Of Solemn Cant About The Common Interests Of Capital And Labor. As Matters Stand, Their Only Common Interest Is That Of Cutting Each Others Throat.
Materialism Is Decadent And Degenerate Only If The Spirit Of The Nation Has Withered And If Individual People Are So Unimaginative That They Wallow In It.
