Mad Dogs And Englishmen Go Out In

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

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.

Wit Ought To Be A Glorious Treat Like Caviar; Never Spread It About Like Marmalade.

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

Passion In A Dromedary Doesn't Go So Deep; A Camel When It's Mating Never Sobs Itself To Sleep.