I write at high speed because boredom is bad for my health.
It is not the eyes of others that I am wary of, but my own.
Goodnight, my darlings, I'll see you tomorrow.
Someday I suspect, when Jesus has definitely got me for a sunbeam, my works may be adequately assessed.
At twelve noon, The natives swoon And no further work is doneBut mad dogs and Englishmen, Go out in the midday sun.
In the first act, you get the audience's attention - once you have it, they will repay you in the second. Play through the laughs if you have to. It will only make the audience believe there are so many of them that they missed a few.