Things Are Seldom What They Seem.

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.

Roll On, Thou Ball, Roll On! Through Pathless Realms Of Space, Roll On!

If The Jests That You Crack Have An Orthodox Smack, You May Get A Bland Smile From These Sages; But Should It, By Chance, Be Imported From France, Half-a-crown Is Stopped Out Of Your Wages!

I Always Voted At My Party's Call, And I Never Thought Of Thinking For Myself At All.

Every Jack He Must Study The Knack If He Wants To Make Sure Of His Jill!