But Why, Oh Why, Do The Wrong

I Also Avoid Green Vegetables. They're Grossly Overrated.

A Bloody Good Thing, But Too Late.

Someday I Suspect, When Jesus Has Definitely Got Me For A Sunbeam, My Works May Be Adequately Assessed.

Exercise Is The Most Awful Illusion. The Secret Is A Lot Of Aspirin And Marrons Glaces.

The Theatre Should Be Treated With Respect. The Theatre Is A Wonderful Place, A House Of Strange Enchantment, A Temple Of Illusion. What It Most Emphatically Is Not And Never Will Be Is A Scruffy, Ill-lit, Fumed-oak Drill Hall Serving As A Temporary Soap Box For Political Propaganda.