Work Is A Form Of Nervousness.

The Free-lance Writer Is A Man Who Is Paid Per Piece Or Per Word Or Perhaps.

This Is A Test. It Is Only A Test. Had It Been An Actual Job, You Would Have Received Raises, Promotions, And Other Signs Of Appreciation.

If Shakespeare Were Alive Today And Writing Comedy For The Movies, He Would Be The Head-liner For The Mack Sennett Studios.

What Is The Disease Which Manifests Itself In An Inability To Leave A Party--any Party At All--until It Is All Over And The Lightsare Being Put Out?... I Suppose That Part Of This Mania For Staying Is Due To A Fear That, If I Go, Something Good Will Happen And I'll Miss It. Somebody Might Do Card Tricks, Or Shoot Somebody Else.

It Is One Of The Most Discouraging Experiences I Have Ever Had, Not Forgetting The Time When I Winked At The Queen Mother In London Once.