Each mind is pressed, and open every ear, to hear new tidings, though they no way joy us.
The way we communicate with others and with ourselves ultimately determines the quality of our lives.
It happens when a baby’s crying. As babies very often will do. You know that this wee, little creature. Is telling his problem to you. And some how by trial and error. You satisfy his need. His smiles and gurgles reward you. And you feel you’ve done a good deed. It’s called communication, the power […]
Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can’t and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.
I distrust the incommunicable; it is the source of all violence.
When all other means of communication fail, try words.
Artistic communication is quite unlike throwing hand grenades. There must be not only a sender but also a receiver suitably attuned.
Sometimes I speak to men and women just as a little girl speaks to her doll. She knows of course that the doll does not understand her, but she creates for herself the joy of communication through a pleasant and conscious self -deception.
Every one of my plays is an act of optimism, because I make the assumption that it is possible to communicate with other people. The people who think “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf” was a love story are a lot closer to the truth than those who think it was a tragedy. At least there […]
There are few wild beasts more to be dreaded than a communicative man having nothing to communicate.