Very Few People Can Afford To Be

What Is Wrong With The Prosaic Englishman Is What Is Wrong With The Prosaic Men Of All Countries: Stupidity.

Grain By Grain, A Loaf. Stone Upon Stone, A Palace.

To A Professional Critic (i Have Been One Myself) Theatre-going Is The Curse Of Adam. The Play Is The Evil He Is Paid To Endure In The Sweat Of His Brow; And The Sooner It Is Over, The Better.

It's Easier To Replace A Dead Man Than A Good Picture.

Well, Upon My Soul! You Are Not Ashamed To Stand There And Confess Yourself A Disgusting Drunkard.