The critic leaves at curtain fall To find, in starting to review it, He scarcely saw the play at all For starting to review it.

Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.

People are, if anything, more touchy about being thought silly than they are about being thought unjust.

Why did you do all this for me?' he asked. 'I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you.' 'You have been my friend,' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing.

Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.

The terror of the atom age is not the violence of the new power but the speed of man's adjustment to it, the speed of his acceptance.

The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest.