Of course I talk to myself. I like a good speaker, and I appreciate an intelligent audience.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

I regret to say that during the first act of this, I fell so soundly asleep that the gentleman who brought me piled up a barricade of overcoat, hat, stick, and gloves between us to establish a separation in the eyes of the world, and went into an impersonation of A Young Man Who Has Come to the Theater Unaccompanied.

...as for helping me in the outside world, the Convent taught me only that if you spit on a pencil eraser, it will erase ink.

That woman speaks eighteen languages, and can't say 'No' in any of them.

Hold your pen and spare your voice.

[Epitaph:] Involved in a plot.