Wouldn't It Be Dreadful To Live In

Trust Your Instincts. If You Have No Instincts, Trust Your Impulses.

Acting Is Not A State Of Being ... But A State Of Appearing To Be.

Of Course, The Age-old Tradition That A Star Must Appear Even If He Or She Is Practically Dying Is An Excellent One, But It Can Be Carried Too Far. I One Played A Performance Of The Knight Of The Burning Pestle With A Temperature Of 103 And Gave Sixteen Members Of The Company Mumps, Thereby Closing The Play And Throwing Everybody Out Of Work. There May Be A Moral Lurking Somewhere In This, But I Cannot For The Life Of Me Discover What It Is.

You Always Ought To Have Tom Cats Arranged, You Know - It Makes 'em More Companionable.

It Is My Considered Opinion That The Human Race (soi Disant) Is Cruel, Idiotic, Sentimental, Predatory, Ungrateful, Ugly, Conceited And Egocentric To The Last Ditch And That The Occasional Discovery Of An Isolated Exception Is As Deliciously Surprising As Finding A Sudden Brazil Nut In What You Know To Be Five Pounds Of Vanilla Creams. These Glorious Moments, Although Not Making Life Actually Worth Living, Perhaps, At Least Make It Pleasanter.