Distaste Sounds More Emphatic When Expressed As

The World Is A Play That Would Not Be Worth Seeing If We Knew The Plot.

I Have Found Some Of The Best Reasons I Ever Had For Remaining At The Bottom Simply By Looking At The Men At The Top.

Every Man Ought To Be Inquisitive Through Every Hour Of His Great Adventure Down To The Day When He Shall No Longer Cast A Shadow In The Sun. For If He Dies Without A Question In His Heart, What Excuse Is There For His Continuance?

Persecution Was At Least A Sign Of Personal Interest.

The New York Playgoer Is A Child Of Nature, And He Has An Honest And Wholesome Regard Of Whatever Is Atrocious In Art.