I Love Criticism Just So Long As

Never Trust A Man With Short Legs. His Brains Are Too Near His Bottom.

A Perfect Martini Should Be Made By Filling A Glass With Gin Then Waving It In The General Direction Of Italy.

The Stately Homes Of England, How Beautiful They Stand, To Prove The Upper Classes, Have Still The Upper Hand.

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

If By Any Chance A Playwright Wishes To Express A Political Opinion Or A Moral Opinion Or A Philosophy, He Must Be A Good Enough Craftsman To Do It With So Much Spice Of Entertainment In It That The Public Get The Message Without Being Aware Of It.