He Flung Himself From The Room, Flung

I Admit That When The Facts Are Not Good Enough, I Always Exaggerate Them.

When Actors Begin To Think, It's Time For A Change. They Are Not Fitted For It.

Any Man Will Admit If Need Be That His Sight Is Not Good, Or That He Cannot Swim Or Shoots Badly With A Rifle, But To Touch Upon His Sense Of Humour Is To Give Him Mortal Affront.

Humour In Its Highest Reach Mingles With Pathos: It Voices Sorrow For Our Human Lot And Reconciliation With It.

The Classics Are Only Primitive Literature. They Belong To The Same Class As Primitive Machinery And Primitive Music And Primitive Medicine.