Dear 338171 (May I call you 338?)
For gin, in cruel sober truth, supplies the fuel for flaming youth.
I can take any amount of criticism, as long as it is unqualified praise.
The higher the building the lower the morals.
Marriage is the aftermath of love.
I will accept anything in the theatre . . . provided it amuses or moves me. But if it does neither, I want to go home.