Nobody Bores Any Man As Much As

The Self-hatred That Destroys Is The Waste Of Unfulfilled Promise.

You'd Be Surprised How Many Kings Are Only A Queen With A Moustache.

The Theatre Breeds Its Own Kind Of Cruelty, And Its Sadism Takes On A Keener Edge Since It Can Be Enjoyed Under The Innocent Guise Of Critical Judgment.

There Is Nothing Like Tasting The Grit Of Fear For Rediscovering That The Umbilical Cord Is Made Of Piano Wire.

Self-deception Is Sometimes As Necessary A Tool As A Crowbar.