Love Is The Only Doorway From The

He'll Be Delivered From Madness. What Then? He'll Feel Himself Acceptable! What Then? Do You Think Feelings Like His Can Be Simply Re-attached, Like Plasters? Stuck On To Other Objects We Select? Look At Him! ... My Desire Might Be To Make This Boy An Ardent Husband - A Caring Citizen - A Worshipper Of Abstract And Unifying God. My Achievement, However, Is More Likely To Make A Ghost!

All I Ever Wanted Was To Sing To God. He Gave Me That Longing And Then Made Me Mute.

Everything We Feel Is Made Of Time. All The Beauties Of Life Are Shaped By It.

Love Is The Only Doorway From The Prison Of Ourselves.

Black Comedy Is A Farce That Is Played In The Dark, As You Know, With The Lights Full On. It's The Chinese Convention Of Reversing Light And Dark, And Exactly Where Anybody Is At Any Given Moment Is The Play.