Life's Perhaps The Only Riddle That We

No Good Play Is A Success; Fine Writing And High Morals Are Useless On The Stage. I Have Been Scribbling Twaddle For Thirty-five Years To Suit The Public Taste, And I Should Know.

When You Are Lying Awake With A Dismal Headache, And Repose Is Tabooed By Anxiety, I Conceive You May Use Any Language You Choose To Indulge In Without Impropriety.

The Idiot Who Praises, With Enthusiastic Tone, All Centuries But This, And Every Country But His Own.

And That Singular Anomaly, The Lady Novelist-- I Don't Think She'd Be Missed--i'm Sure She'd Not Be Missed!

Life Is A Joke That's Just Begun.