The Elizabethan age might be better named the beginning of the smoking era.

All are keeping a sharp look-out in front, but none suspects that the danger may be creeping up from behind.

I do believe in fairies, I do, I do.

All you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust!

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

Heaven for climate, Hell for company.

Some of my plays peter out and some pan out.