Pain Is Easy To Write. In Pain

...and Yet Could Swear It Was Just Then That I Fell In Love. It Wasn't, Of Course, Simply The Onions -- It Was The Sudden Sense Of An Individual Woman, Of A Frankness That Was So Often Later To Make Me Happy And Miserable.

...every Monologue Sooner Or Later Becomes A Discussion.

I Don't Care A Damn About Men Who Are Loyal To The People Who Pay Them, To Organizations...i Don't Think Even My Country Means All That Much. There Are Many Countries In Our Blood, Aren't There, But Only One Person. Would The World Be In The Mess It Is If We Were Loyal To Love And Not To Countries?

We Mustn't Complain Too Much Of Being Comedians - It's An Honorable Profession. If Only We Could Be Good Ones The World Might Gain At Least A Sense Of Style. We Have Failed - That's All. We Are Bad Comedians, We Aren't Bad Men.

Of Two Hearts One Is Always Warm And One Is Always Cold: The Cold Heart Is More Precious Than Diamonds: The Warm Heart Has No Value And Is Thrown Away.