Las Vegas: It Was Not Cafe Society,

It's Never Too Early For A Cocktail.

People Are Wrong When They Say Opera Is Not What It Used To Be. It Is What It Used To Be. That Is What's Wrong With It.

To Know You Are Among People Whom You Love, And Who Love You – That Has Made All The Successes Wonderful, Much More Wonderful Than They'd Have Been Anyway.

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.

If He (peter O'toole) Had Been Any Prettier It Would Have Been Florence Of Arabia.