What A Grand, Higgledy-piggledy, Sensible Old Place

We Complain And Complain, But We Have Lived And Seen The Blossom -apple, Pear, Cherry, Plum, Almond Blossom - In The Sun; And The Best Among Us Cannot Pretend They Deserve - Or Could Contrive - Anything Better.

Most Writers Enjoy Two Periods Of Happiness When A Glorious Idea Comes To Mind And, Secondly, When A Last Page Has Been Written And You Haven't Had Time To Know How Much Better It Ought To Be.

Depending Upon Shock Tactics Is Easy, Whereas Writing A Good Play Is Difficult. Pubic Hair Is No Substitute For Wit.

If There Is One Thing Left That I Would Like To Do, It's To Write Something Really Beautiful. And I Could Do It, You Know. I Could Still Do It.

I Never Read The Life Of Any Important Person Without Discovering That He Knew More And Could Do More Than I Could Ever Hope To Know Or Do In Half A Dozen Lifetimes.