I'll Tell You A Secret.

The Factors That Laid Low So Whooping And Puissant An Empire As The Old Hollywood Are Many. I Can Think Of A Score, Including The Barbarian Hordes Of Television. But There Is One That Stands Out For Me In The Post-mortem.... The Factor Had To Do With The Basis Of Movie-making: 'who Shall Be In Charge Of Telling The Story.'

Criticism Can Never Instruct Or Benefit You. Its Chief Effect Is That Of A Telegram With Dubious News. Praise Leaves No Glow Behind, For It Is A Writer's Habit To Remember Nothing Good Of Himself. I Have Usually Forgotten Those Who Have Admired My Work, And Seldom Anyone Who Disliked It. Obviously, This Is Because Praise Is Never Enough And Censure Always Too Much.

Three Years Ago, The White Hope Of The Theatre. Today, A Mug. That's New York For You. Puts You On A Christmas Tree, And Then - The Alley.

Much More Frequent In Hollywood Than The Emergence Of Cinderella Is Her Sudden Vanishing. At Our Party, Even In Those Glowing Days, The Clock Was Always Striking Twelve For Someone At The Height Of Greatness; And There Was Never A Prince To Fetch Her Back To The Happy Scene.

Immorality, Perversion, Infidelity, Cannibalism, Etc., Are Unassailable By Church And Civic League If You Dress Them Up In The Togas And Talliths Of The Good Book.