One's Palate Is Reborn Every

One Can Lie, But Truth Is More Interesting.

The Theatre Is A Gross Art, Built In Sweeps And Over-emphasis. Compromise Is Its Second Name.

The Press Blew, The Public Stared, Hands Flew Out Like A Million Little Fishes After Bread.

An Only Child Is Never Twelve.

The Pleasure Of One's Effect On Other People Still Exists In Age - What's Called Making A Hit. But The Hit Is Much Rarer And Made Of Different Stuff.