To Show A Child What Once Delighted

A Good Holiday Is One Spent Among People Whose Notions Of Time Are Vaguer Than Yours.

Write As Often As Possible, Not With The Idea At Once Of Getting Into Print, But As If You Were Learning An Instrument.

I Fancy That The Hell Of Too Many People Would Occupy A Respectable Place In The Hierarchy Of Infernal Regions.

To Say That These Men Paid Their Shillings To Watch Twenty-two Hirelings Kick A Ball Is Merely To Say That A Violin Is Wood And Catgut, That Hamlet Is So Much Paper And Ink.

I'm In The Business Of Providing People With Secondary Satisfactions. It Wouldn't Have Done Me Much Good If They Had All Written Their Own Plays, Would It?