What the American public wants in the theater is a tragedy with a happy ending.

There are no tragedies, just facts not recognized in time.

What the American public wants in the theater is a tragedy with a happy ending.

Her mouth is a honey-blossom, No doubt, as the poet sings; But within her lips, the petals, Lurks a cruel bee that stings.

It is the still small voice that the soul heeds; not the deafening blasts of doom.

The tragedy is when you've got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.