To take a gloomy view of life is not part of my philosophy; to laugh at the idiocies of my fellow creatures is. However, at this particular moment I cannot find so much to laugh at as I would like.

But why, oh why, do the wrong people travel, when the right people stay at home?

Of course, the age-old tradition that a star must appear even if he or she is practically dying is an excellent one, but it can be carried too far. I one played a performance of The Knight of the Burning Pestle with a temperature of 103 and gave sixteen members of the company mumps, thereby closing the play and throwing everybody out of work. There may be a moral lurking somewhere in this, but I cannot for the life of me discover what it is.

Extraordinary how potent cheap music is.

How about slipping out of those wet things and into a dry Martini?

How was your flight? Well, aeronautically it was a great success. Socially, it left quite a bit to be desired.

Work is much more fun than fun.