New Yorkers Are Inclined To

Drop The Last Year Into The Silent Limbo Of The Past. Let It Go, For It Was Imperfect, And Thank God That It Can Go.

Although The Theater Is Not Life, It Is Composed Of Fragments Or Imitations Of Life, And People On Both Sides Of The Footlight Have To Unite To Make The Fragments Whole And The Imitations Genuine.

In Every Age 'the Good Old Days' Were A Myth. No One Ever Thought They Were Good At The Time. For Every Age Has Consisted Of Crises That Seemed Intolerable To The People Who Lived Through Them.

Life Is Seldom As Unendurable As, To Judge By The Facts, It Logically Ought To Be.

Good Plays Drive Bad Playgoers Crazy.