Happy Is The Man Who Can Make

After All, The Wrong Road Always Leads Somewhere.

Most Of My Recent Plays Were Written In The Railway Train Between Hatfield And Kings Cross. I Write Anywhere, On The Top Of Omnibuses Or Wherever I May Be; It Is All The Same To Me.

What Man Really Wishes To Do He Will Find A Means Of Doing.

If Ever I Utter An Oath Again May My Soul Be Blasted To Eternal Damnation!

Revolutions Have Never Lightened The Burden Of Tyranny; They Have Only Shifted It To Another Shoulder.