The World Is A Play That Would

You Cannot Find, Make Or Understand True Friendship Without Having Enemies.

Clever People Seem Not To Feel The Natural Pleasure Of Bewilderment, And Are Always Answering Questions When The Chief Relish Of A Life Is To Go On Asking Them.

The New York Playgoer Is A Child Of Nature, And He Has An Honest And Wholesome Regard Of Whatever Is Atrocious In Art.

Women Singly Do A Good Deal Of Harm. Women In Bulk Are Chastening.

Distaste Sounds More Emphatic When Expressed As Moral Disapproval. With Most Of Us The Moral Counterblast Is Nothing More Than The Angry Rendering Of A Yawn.