Home is where the heart is.
Truth comes out in wine.
Such is the audacity of man that he hath learned to counterfeit Nature yea...
Hope is the pillar that holds up the world. Hope is the dream of a waking man.
Grief has limits whereas apprehension has none. For we grieve only for what...
Imagine if you had baseball cards that showed all the performance stats for...
My father was always depressed. When he was home and sober he was mostly in...
To the former child migrants who came to Australia from a home far away led...
At home I've got a very puerile juvenile sense of humour.
My second play The Birthday Party I wrote in 1958 - or 1957. It was totally destroyed by the critics of the day who called it an absolute load of rubbish.
