A Bloody Good Thing, But Too Late.

The Theatre Should Be Treated With Respect. The Theatre Is A Wonderful Place, A House Of Strange Enchantment, A Temple Of Illusion. What It Most Emphatically Is Not And Never Will Be Is A Scruffy, Ill-lit, Fumed-oak Drill Hall Serving As A Temporary Soap Box For Political Propaganda.

How Was Your Flight? Well, Aeronautically It Was A Great Success. Socially, It Left Quite A Bit To Be Desired.

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

She Had Much In Common With Hitler, Only No Mustache.

I See Her As One Great Stampede Of Lips Directed At The Nearest Derriere.