One's Palate Is Reborn Every Morning!

After Forty Years Of Marriage We Still Stood With Broken Swords In Our Hands.

I Shall Continue To Explore-the Astonishment Of Living.

The Theatre Is A Gross Art, Built In Sweeps And Over-emphasis. Compromise Is Its Second Name.

The Dangerous Thing About Hate Is That It Seems So Reasonable.

Pity Is Exhaustible. What A Terrible Discovery!