You Can't Write Poems About Trees When

Righteous People Have No Sense Of Humor.

With Drooping Shoulders The Majority Sit Hunched, Their Foreheads Furrowed Like Stony Ground That Has Been Repeatedly Ploughed-up To No Purpose.

It Is Not Enough To Demand Insight And Informative Images Of Reality From The Theater. Our Theater Must Stimulate A Desire For Understanding, A Delight In Changing Reality.

First The Pork Chops, Then Morality

If You Fight You Might Lose, If You Don't You Have Already Lost.