The Ideal, Without Doubt, Varies,

God, That Checkroom Of Our Dreams.

In Art As In Life The Valid Sacrifices Are Those That Bring No Income.

Theories Pass. The Frog Remains.

Somebody Told Me I Should Put A Pebble In My Mouth To Cure My Stuttering. Well, I Tried It, And During A Scene I Swallowed The Pebble. That Was The End Of That.

I Think I Am One Of Those Who Can Manage Not To Take On A Completely Different Appearance Under Their Own Glance.