All Roads End At The Grave, Which

People Have Pointed Out Evidences Of Personal Feeling In My Notices As If They Were Accusing Me Of A Misdemeanor, Not Knowing That Criticism Written Without Personal Feeling Is Not Worth Reading. It Is The Capacity For Making Good Or Bad Art A Personal Matter That Makes A Man A Critic.

Nothing Makes A Man So Selfish As Work.

The Sound Body Is The Product Of The Sound Mind.

I Am Enclosing Two Tickets To The First Night Of My New Play; Bring A Friend... If You Have One.

My Schooling Not Only Failed To Teach Me What It Professed To Be Teaching, But Prevented Me From Being Educated To An Extent Which Infuriates Me When I Think Of All I Might Have Learned At Home By Myself.