You Cannot Find, Make Or Understand True

Men Will Confess To Treason, Murder, Arson, False Teeth, Or A Wig. How Many Of Them Will Own Up To A Lack Of Humor?

Averageness Is A Quality We Must Put Up With. Men March Toward Civilization In Column Formation, And By The Time The Van Has Learned To Admire The Masters The Rear Is Drawing Reluctantly Away From The Totem Pole.

The New York Playgoer Is A Child Of Nature, And He Has An Honest And Wholesome Regard Of Whatever Is Atrocious In Art.

We Always Carry Out By Committee Anything In Which Any One Of Us Alone Would Be Too Reasonable To Persist.

That Is The Consolation Of A Little Mind; You Have The Fun Of Changing It Without Impeding The Progress Of Mankind.