Drama - What Literature Does At Night.

Love Demands Infinitely Less Than Friendship.

Like Everybody Else, When I Don't Know What Else To Do, I Seem To Go In For Catching Colds.

The Sweetest Memory Is That Which Involves Something Which One Should Not Have Done; The Bitterest, That Which Involves Something Which One Should Not Have Done, And Which One Did Not Do.

I Drink So The Others Become Interesting.

I Have Yet To Find A Man Worth His Salt In Any Direction Who Did Not Think Of Himself First And Foremost.