It Is In The Hour Of Trial

Vulgarity In A King Flatters The Majority Of The Nation.

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I Do Not Want Actors And Actresses To Understand My Plays. That Is Not Necessary. If They Will Only Pronounce The Correct Sounds I Can Guarantee The Results.

Let A Short Act Of Parliament Be Passed, Placing All Street Musicians Outside The Protection Of The Law, So That Any Citizen May Assail Them With Stones, Sticks, Knives, Pistols Or Bombs Without Incurring Any Penalties.

The Only Secrets Are The Secrets That Keep Themselves.