The Sorrows And Disasters Of

All Our Yesterdays, It Is True, Have Only Lighted Fools The Way To Dusty Death. But We Need At Least The Dates Of The Yesterdays And The List Of The Fools.

What We Call Creative Work, Ought Not To Be Called Work At All, Because It Isn't. I Imagine That Thomas Edison Never Did A Day's Work In His Last Fifty Years.

In Point Of Morals, The Average Woman Is, Even For Business, Too Crooked.

The Compleat Angler Is Acknowledged To Be One Of The World's Books. Only The Trouble Is That The World Doesn't Read Its Books, It Borrows A Detective Story Instead.

When Actors Begin To Think, It's Time For A Change. They Are Not Fitted For It.