Humanity Can Be Roughly Divided Into Three

Writers And Painters Have A Medium That Can Foster Self-effacements. Actors Haven't. An Actor Can't Hide Himself Behind Paper Or Canvas. If You're Not There Your Art's Not There. That's Why We Actors Are Often Such Self-centered Objects.

One Was Born A Certain Sort Of Person, And Though By Ceasless Struggle One Might Become As Nice As That Sort Of Person Ever Is, One Could Never Become As Nice As A Nicer Sort Of Person.

For She Had Discovered That As Well As The Evil Web There Was Another. This Too Bound Spirits Together, But Not In A Tangle, It Was A Patterned Web And One Could See The Silver Pattern When The Sun Shone Upon It. It Seemed Much Frailer Than The Dark Tangle, That Had A Hideous Strength, But It Might Not Be So Always, Not In The Final Reckoning. (the Child From The Sea)

Autumn Days Have A Holiness That Spring Lacks ... They Are Like Old Serene Saints For Whom Death Has Lost Its Terror.

All We Are Asked To Bear We Can Bear.