Our Garrick's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!

We modest Gentlemen don't want for much success among the women.

Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party …

Baw! Damme, but I'll fight you both, one after the other! With baskets.

That play of black upon white, white upon black, has the intent and takes the form of creative art. It has in it a flow of the spirit and a harmony of music. E…

Mostel: If I appeared there, what if I did an imitation of a butterfly at rest? There is no crime in making anybody laugh. I don't care if you laugh at me. Con…

I'm a games player by nature. Don't get me wrong. Nothing that involves movement. Like leaving my chair.