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One Makes Mistakes; That Is Life. But It Is Never A Mistake To Have Loved.

Leave Your Theories. All Theories, You See, Even Those Of Virtue, Are Bad, Foolish, Mischievous.

The Theatre, Like The Fresco, Is Art Fitted To Its Place. And Therefore It Is Above All Else The Human Art, The Living Art.

I Find War Detestable But Those Who Praise It Without Participating In It Even More So.

If There Is One Place On The Face Of Earth Where All The Dreams Of Living Men Have Found A Home From The Very Earliest Days When Man Began The Dream Of Existence, It Is India.