Christmas Is At Our Throats Again.

Someday I Suspect, When Jesus Has Definitely Got Me For A Sunbeam, My Works May Be Adequately Assessed.

People Are Wrong When They Say Opera Is Not What It Used To Be. It Is What It Used To Be. That Is What's Wrong With It.

Everybody Was Up To Something, Especially, Of Course, Those Who Were Up To Nothing.

She Had Much In Common With Hitler, Only No Mustache.

I Can Take Any Amount Of Criticism, As Long As It Is Unqualified Praise.