The Stately Homes Of England, How Beautiful

It Is Not The Eyes Of Others That I Am Wary Of, But My Own.

Everybody Was Up To Something, Especially, Of Course, Those Who Were Up To Nothing.

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

I Love Criticism Just So Long As It's Unqualified Praise.

Of Course, The Age-old Tradition That A Star Must Appear Even If He Or She Is Practically Dying Is An Excellent One, But It Can Be Carried Too Far. I One Played A Performance Of The Knight Of The Burning Pestle With A Temperature Of 103 And Gave Sixteen Members Of The Company Mumps, Thereby Closing The Play And Throwing Everybody Out Of Work. There May Be A Moral Lurking Somewhere In This, But I Cannot For The Life Of Me Discover What It Is.