People Are Subject To Moods, To Temptations

Love At A Distance May Be Poignant; It Is Also Idealized. Contact, More Than Separation, Is The Test Of Attachment.

I Always Felt That The Boiled Potato, Not The Tudor Rose, Should Be The National Emblem.

The Theater Is A Baffling Business, And A Shockingly Wasteful One When You Consider That People Who Have Proven Their Worth, Who Have Appeared In Or Been Responsible For Successful Plays, Who Have Given Outstanding Performances, Can Still, In The Full Tide Of Their Energy, Be Forced, Through Lack Of Opportunity, To Sit Idle Season After Season, Their Enthusiasm, Their Morale, Their Very Talent Dwindling To Slow Gray Death. Of Finances We Will Not Even Speak; It Is Too Sad A Tale.

Art, We Are Told, Is A Criterion Of One's Taste. How Humiliating, Should Our Taste Turn Out To Be Bad. Rather As Though We Were Caught Stark Naked With A Poor Figure.

When He Said We Were Trying To Make A Fool Of Him, I Could Only Murmur That The Creator Had Beat Us To It.