Maxwell Anderson

He was a god, such as men might be, if men were gods.

He was a god, such as men might be, if men were gods.

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.

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

He spent hours and hours sifting through different sites.

He spent hours and hours sifting through different sites.

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