Extraordinary How Potent Cheap Music Is.

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

An Infant Prodigy Of Nine Is Shoved Upon The Stage In White. She Starts Off In A Dismal Whine About A Dark And Stormy Night, A Burglar, Whose Heart Is True, Despite His Wicked-looking Face, Who Puts The Little Child In Doom, To Save Her Mamma's Jewel Case. This May Bring Tears To Every Eye; It Does Not Set My Heart On Fire. I'd Like To Stand Serenely By And Watch That Horrid Child Expire.

Acting Is Not A State Of Being ... But A State Of Appearing To Be.

I'm An Enormously Talented Man, And There's No Use Pretending That I'm Not.

I Can Take Any Amount Of Criticism, As Long As It Is Unqualified Praise.