Christmas is at our throats again.
Never mind, dear, we're all made the same, though some more than others.
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the mid-day sun.
Consider the public. Never fear it nor despise it. Coax it, charm it, interest it, stimulate it, shock it now and then if you must, make it laugh, make it cry, but above all never, never, never bore the living hell out of it.
I love criticism just so long as it's unqualified praise.
You ask my advice about acting? Speak clearly, don't bump into the furniture and if you must have motivation, think of your pay packet on Friday.