I Often Think That Could We Creep

If He Was Lost For A Moment, He Would Dive Straight Back Into Its Honey.

In Spite Of A Heavy Disguise, A Few Days' Growth On My Face, Dark Glasses, A Beret And One Of William's Jackets That Fitted Me Not At All, As I Emerged From A Hotel In Lecce, A Young Fisherman Pointed Me Out To His Friends And Said "lavrenche Olivaire." It Was Not All That Amazing; If You're Not Known In Italy, You're Not Known Anywhere.

The Office Of Drama Is To Exercise, Possibly To Exhaust, Human Emotions. The Purpose Of Comedy Is To Tickle Those Emotions Into An Expression Of Light Relief; Of Tragedy, To Wound Them And Bring The Relief Of Tears. Disgust And Terror Are The Other Points Of The Compass.

Living Is Strife And Torment, Disappointment And Love And Sacrifice, Golden Sunsets And Black Storms. I Said That Some Time Ago, And Today I Do Not Think I Would Add One Word.

I'd Like People To Remember Me For A Diligent Expert Workman. I Think A Poet Is A Workman. I Think Shakespeare Was A Workman. And God's A Workman. I Don't Think There's Anything Better Than A Workman.