I Cannot Sustain Hate For Longer Than

While I Am Rehearsing A Play, I Try To Read Nothing That Might Distract My Concentration From The Work In Progress.

I Can Only Know What Love Is Insofar As I Can Feel It.

With Two Leftover Husbands To Account For, My Wicked Soul Has Just About Shriveled And Died

The Great People I've Met Always Have Time For The Niceties.

I Am Rich From The Bequests Other Gifted People Have Seen Fit To Leave To Me.