“What is our life? A play of passion.Our mirth the music of division.Our mother's wombs the tyring houses be,Where we are drest for this short Comedy.Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,That sits and marks still who doth act amiss,Our graves that hide us from the searching sun,Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.Thus march we playing to our latest rest,Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.”

“When we treat children's play as seriously as it deserves, we are helping them feel the joy that's to be found in the creative spirit. It's the things we play with and the people who help us play that make a great difference in our lives.”

“When we feel, a kind of lyric is sung in our heart. When we think, a kind of music is played in our mind. In harmony, both create a beautiful symphony of life.”

“But in this life we take turns at being enchanting, then enchanted. First we play in the streets, unaware of the freedom burning in the sun on our hair and the cigarette in our mouth, unconscious of the daydreams we inspire. Then it's our time to sit at a window and watch, and we are moved.”

“Earlier in this century someone claimed that we work at our play and play at our work. Today the confusion has deepened: we worship our work, work at our play, and play in our worship.”

“the important thing is not what we (look) like,but the role we play in our best friend's life.”