“ No man can think clearly when his fists are clenched. ”
A poet, any real poet, is simply an alchemist who transmutes his cynicism regarding human beings into an optimism regarding the moon, the stars, the heavens, and the flowers, to say nothing of the spring, love, and dogs.
~ George Jean Nathan
Opening night is the night before the play is ready to open.
I drink to make other people interesting.
There is something distinguished about even his failures they sink not trivially but with a certain air of majesty like a great ship its flags flying full of holes.
