It's I who know that well: when it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me. - Seán O'Casey

The Drama's altar isn't on the stage: it is candlesticked and flowered in the box office. There is the gold, though there be no frankincense nor myrrh; and the gospel for the day always The Play will Run for a Year. The Dove of Inspiration, of the desire for inspiration, has flown away from it; and on its roof, now, the commonplace crow caws candidly.

There is a deeper life than the life we see and hear with the open ear and the open eye and this is the life important and the life everlasting.

I wouldn't be everlasting' cockin' me earth hear every little whisper that was floatin' around me! It's my rule never to lose me temper till it would be dethrimental to keep it.