Drama criticism. . . is a self-knowing account of the way in which one's consciousness has been modified during an evening at the theatre.
The incompatibility of aquacity with the erratic originality of genius.
A man's errors are his portals of discovery.
I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence. You can see for yourself how many different ways they might be arranged.
When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns. The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed. Our shouts echoed in the silent street.
Thought is the thought of thought.
Life is too short to read a bad book.
The history of American patriotism is figuring out ways that we can work together to move forward and knit together the common government.
Grace is goodness and respect given freely and unconditionally. A sense of divine love and protection bestowed on us when we need strength and renewal. Grace helps us know we are not alone and believe we are cared for and cherished. Grace is a drink of clear, clean water in the desert.
I was working all the time I was in college. I was working so much that I could hardly do my college work.
I just learn my lines, go on set. Do my preparation, whatever that is. Have a cup of coffee. Say hello to everyone. And be friendly. "Action" - and then do it.