Everybody Worships Me, It's Nauseating.

Having To Read Footnotes Resembles Having To Go Downstairs To Answer The Door While In The Midst Of Making Love.

It's No Use To Go And Take Courses In Playwriting Any More Than It's Much Use Taking Courses In Acting. Better Play To A Bad Matinée In Hull, It Will Teach You Much More Than A Year Of Careful Instruction.

For Gin, In Cruel Sober Truth, Supplies The Fuel For Flaming Youth.

Criticism And Bolshevism Have One Thing In Common. They Both Seek To Pull Down That Which They Could Never Build.

Of Course, The Age-old Tradition That A Star Must Appear Even If He Or She Is Practically Dying Is An Excellent One, But It Can Be Carried Too Far. I One Played A Performance Of The Knight Of The Burning Pestle With A Temperature Of 103 And Gave Sixteen Members Of The Company Mumps, Thereby Closing The Play And Throwing Everybody Out Of Work. There May Be A Moral Lurking Somewhere In This, But I Cannot For The Life Of Me Discover What It Is.