Beware Of The Man Whose

Most Of My Recent Plays Were Written In The Railway Train Between Hatfield And Kings Cross. I Write Anywhere, On The Top Of Omnibuses Or Wherever I May Be; It Is All The Same To Me.

He Who Has Nothing To Assert Has No Style And Can Have None: He Who Has Something To Assert Will Go As Far In Power Of Style As Its Momentousness And His Conviction Will Carry Him

Nobel Prize Money Is A Life-belt Thrown To A Swimmer Who Has Already Reached The Shore In Safety.

It's A Dangerous Thing To Be Married Right Up To The Hilt, Like My Daughter's Husband. The Man Is At Home All Day, Like A Damned Soul In Hell.

The Most Anxious Man In A Prison Is The Governor.