I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.

I love acting. It's what I do, not what I am.

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

I am not intimidated by puerile boys acting like pre-teens.

As good as a play.

Farce follow'd Comedy, and reach'd her prime. In ever-laughing Foote's fantastic time; Mad wag! who pardon'd none, nor spared the best, And turn'd some very serious things to jest. Nor church nor state escaped his public sneers, Arms nor the gown, priests, lawyers, volunteers; "Alas, poor Yorick!" now forever mute! Whoever loves a laugh must sigh for Foote. We smile, perforce, when histrionic scenes Ape the swoln dialogue of kings and queens, When "Chrononhotonthelogos must die," And Arthur struts in mimic majesty.