Their Very Conservatism Is Secondhand, And They

The Love Of Truth Lies At The Root Of Much Humor.

The Critic Is The Duenna In The Passionate Affair Between Playwrights, Actors And Audiences - A Figure Dreaded, And Occasionally Comic, But Never Welcome, Never Loved.

You Never See What You Want To See, Forever Playing To The Gallery.

Only A Fool Expects To Be Happy All The Time.

It Is Lost, Lovely Child, Somewhere In The Ragbag That I Laughingly Refer To As My Memory.