Who does Not Know the Truth, is simply a Fool... Yet who Knows the Truth and Calls it a Lie, is a Criminal.

Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it.

He who fights, can lose. He who doesn't fight, has already lost.

Don't expect the theatre to satisfy the habits of its audience, but to change them.

Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is right at their heels.

Bank robbery is an initiative of amateurs. True professionals establish a bank.

Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what's left tastes bitter.

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.

Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.

Would it not be simpler If the Government dissolved the people and elected another?

In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.

One of the main reasons and excuses behind every religious failure is a” FALSE PROMISE”.

Jealousy is not a barometer by which the depth of love can be read. It merely records the degree of the lover's insecurity.

I fear theology is--in the words attributed to William Temple--"still in its infancy" when it comes to animals.

I think I was raised in a solidly upper-middle class family who had really strong values and excess was not one of the things that my family put up with.

We have a lot of different girls on the runway today! All different sizes.

I think there's an enormous value to being negative. The world we live in today, negativity is not permitted.

It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.

Beauty is something we can affirm and intend to have more of. What happens then is our perceptual ability, no matter where we are, expands in that direction.

Free competition is worth more to society than it costs.

Struggling over my fickle heart, love draws it now this way, and now hate that--but love, I think, is winning. I will hate, if I have strength; if not, I shall love unwilling.