Drink reacts on its practitioners in conflicting ways. One brave can knock off a quart of Scotch and look and act as sober as Herbert Hoover. Another, after three Martinis, makes two-cushion carroms off the chaise lounge as he attempts to negotiate the bathroom.

For acting, darlings, is the world's most perilous trade. Compared with actors, steeple jacks and deep-sea divers lead snug and placid lives.

It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work - the night watchman.

I've been called many things, but never an intellectual.

Cocaine isn't habit forming. I should know - I've been using it for years.

Don't think this has taught me a lesson !

Don't be taken in by the guff that critics are killing the theater. Commonly they sin on the side of enthusiasm. Too often they give their blessing to trash.