If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume that Oscar said it.

Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.

Now, look, baby, 'Union' is spelled with 5 letters. It is not a four-letter word.

By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing. And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying. Lady make note of this -- One of you is lying.

People ought to be one of two things, young or dead.

This 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.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.