An Actor Without A Playwright Is Like

A Man's Wife Is His Compromise With The Illusion Of His First Sweetheart.

Criticism Is The Windows And Chandeliers Of Art: It Illuminates The Enveloping Darkness In Which Art Might Otherwise Rest Only Vaguely Discernible, And Perhaps Altogether Unseen.

All That Is Necessary To Raise Imbecility Into What The Mob Regards As Profundity Is To Lift It Off The Floor And Put It On A Platform.

Beauty Makes Idiots Sad And Wise Men Merry.

A Ham Is Simply Any Actor Who Has Not Been Successful In Repressing His Natural Instincts.