But Why, Oh Why, Do The Wrong

Fifty-four Years Of Love And Tenderness And Crossness And Devotion And Unswerving Loyalty. Without Her I Could Have Achieved A Quarter Of What I Have Achieved, Not Only In Terms Of Success And Career, But In Terms Of Personal Happiness.

It's No Use To Go And Take Courses In Playwriting Any More Than It's Much Use Taking Courses In Acting. Better Play To A Bad Matinée In Hull, It Will Teach You Much More Than A Year Of Careful Instruction.

Comedies Of Manners Swiftly Become Obsolete When There Are No Longer Any Manners.

Christopher Marlowe Or Francis Bacon The Author Of Lear Remains Unshaken Willie Herbert Or Mary Fitton What Does It Matter? The Sonnets Were Written.

I Have Always Been Very Fond Of Them (drama Critics) . . . I Think It Is So Frightfully Clever Of Them To Go Night After Night To The Theatre And Know So Little About It.