The Stock Actor Is A Stage Calamity

I Prefer The Man Who Calls His Nonsense A Mystery To Him Who Who Pretends It Is A Weighed, Measured, Analyzed Fact.

We Cut The Throat Of A Calf And Hang It Up By The Heels To Bleed To Death So That Our Veal Cutlet May Be White; We Nail Geese To A Board And Cram Them With Food Because We Like The Taste Of Liver Disease; We Tear Birds To Pieces To Decorate Our Women's Hats; We Mutilate Domestic Animals For No Reason At All Except To Follow An Instinctively Cruel Fashion; And We Connive At The Most Abominable Tortures In The Hope Of Discovering Some Magical Cure For Our Own Diseases By Them.

Happy Is The Man Who Can Make A Living By His Hobby

Your Father Is A Fool Skin Deep; But You Are A Fool To Your Very Marrow.

Emotional Excitement Reaches Men Through Tea, Tobacco, Opium, Whisky, And Religion.