But Why, Oh Why, Do The Wrong

The Stately Homes Of England, How Beautiful They Stand, To Prove The Upper Classes, Have Still The Upper Hand.

What I Adore Is Supreme Professionalism. I’m Bored By Writers Who Can Write Only When It’s Raining.

Here Ends The Story Of A Ship, But There Will Always Be Other Ships, For We Are An Island Race. Through All Our Centuries, The Sea Has Ruled Our Destiny. There Will Always Be Other Ships And Men To Sail In Them. It Is These Men, In Peace Or War, To Whom We Owe So Much. Above All Victories, Beyond All Loss, In Spite Of Changing Values In A Changing World, They Give To Us, Their Countrymen, Eternal And Indomitable Pride.

I Love Criticism Just So Long As It's Unqualified Praise.

I Will Accept Anything In The Theatre . . . Provided It Amuses Or Moves Me. But If It Does Neither, I Want To Go Home.