Brains Are Not Everything.

As An Old Soldier, I Admit The Cowardice: It's As Universal As Seasickness, And Matters Just As Little.

I Must ... Warn My Readers That My Attacks Are Directed Against Themselves, Not Against My Stage Figures.

I Claim To Be A Conscientiously Immoral Writer.

Make Me A Beautiful Word For Doing Things Tomorrow; For That Surely Is A Great And Blessed Invention.

The Fact Is That The Intrinsic Worth Of The Book, Play Or Whatever The Author Is Trying To Sell Is The Least, Last Factor In The The Whole Transaction.