Of The Things Men Give Each Other

In Moderating, Not Satisfying Desires, Lies Peace.

Trying To Determine What Is Going On In The World By Reading Newspapers Is Like Trying To Tell The Time By Watching The Second Hand Of A Clock.

For Many Years Hollywood Held This Double Lure For Me, Tremendous Sums Of Money For Work That Required No More Effort Than A Game Of Pinochle.

Out Of The Thousand Writers Huffing And Puffing Through Movieland There Are Scarcely Fifty Men And Women Of Wit Or Talent. The Rest Of The Fraternity Is Deadwood. Yet, In A Curious Way, There Is Not Much Difference Between The Product Of A Good Writer And A Bad One. They Both Have To Toe The Same Mark.

Three Years Ago, The White Hope Of The Theatre. Today, A Mug. That's New York For You. Puts You On A Christmas Tree, And Then - The Alley.