Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)
Dorothy ParkerThis play John Drinkwater's Abraham Lincoln holds the season's record, thus far, with a run of four evening performances and one matinee. By an odd coincidence, it ran just five performances too many.
Dorothy ParkerIt's easier to write about those you hate — just as it's easier to criticize a bad play or a bad book.
Dorothy Parker