How Foolish To Think That One Can

Acting Is Not A State Of Being ... But A State Of Appearing To Be.

Goodnight, My Darlings, I'll See You Tomorrow.

Though The Fact That They Have To Be Rebuilt And Frequently Mortgaged To The Hilt Is Inclined To Take The Gilt Off The Gingerbread, And Certainly Damps The Fun Of The Eldest Son.

Never Mind, Dear, We're All Made The Same, Though Some More Than Others.

A Perfect Martini Should Be Made By Filling A Glass With Gin Then Waving It In The General Direction Of Italy.