Life's A Pudding Full Of Plums.

When You Are Lying Awake With A Dismal Headache, And Repose Is Tabooed By Anxiety, I Conceive You May Use Any Language You Choose To Indulge In Without Impropriety.

No Good Play Is A Success; Fine Writing And High Morals Are Useless On The Stage. I Have Been Scribbling Twaddle For Thirty-five Years To Suit The Public Taste, And I Should Know.

Ah, Pray No Mistake, We Are Not Shy; We're Very Wide Awake The Moon And I.

Posterity Shall Know Of Me Even Less Than I Shall Know Of Posterity.

In All The Woes That Curse Our Race There Is A Lady In The Case.