Maxwell Anderson

And the days dwindle down To a precious few, September, November - And these few precious days I'd spend with read more

And the days dwindle down To a precious few, September, November - And these few precious days I'd spend with you, These golden days I'd spend with you

The gods of men are sillier than their kings and queens, and emptier and more powerless

The gods of men are sillier than their kings and queens, and emptier and more powerless

If you practice an art, be proud of it and make it proud of you It may break your heart, read more

If you practice an art, be proud of it and make it proud of you It may break your heart, but it will fill your heart before it breaks it; it will make you a person in your own right.

There's a little gray house in a one-street town, And the door stands open, and the steps go down, And read more

There's a little gray house in a one-street town, And the door stands open, and the steps go down, And you prop up the window with a stick on the sill, And you carry spring water from the bottom of the hill; And the white star of Bethlehem grows in t

From the point of view of the playwright, then, the essence of a tragedy, or even of a serious play, read more

From the point of view of the playwright, then, the essence of a tragedy, or even of a serious play, is the spiritual awakening, or regeneration, of his hero.