I've Sometimes Thought Of Marrying - And

Bed Is The Perfect Climate.

I Will Accept Anything In The Theatre . . . Provided It Amuses Or Moves Me. But If It Does Neither, I Want To Go Home.

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

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

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.