Through his letters there shines his uncompromising rule of life. Writing to W. Lestocq, his agent in London, in reference to the English failure of "Years of Discretion," he said: "It is a failure, and that is the end of it. You can't get around failure, so we must go on to something else." * * * The number of available Frohman letters is not large. The following, gathered from various sources, will serve to indicate something of their character: _To an English author whose play, a weak one, was rapidly failing:_ No; it is not the war that is affecting your business. It is the play--nothing else. _To Cyril Maude, whose penmanship is notably indecipherable:_ I can't read your handwriting very well; but I wonder if you can read my typewriting. Just pretend I typed this myself.... Speaking of hits, Granville Barker arrived yesterday, and the city suddenly became terribly cold--awful weather. Barker will do well. _To Haddon Chambers:_ Last night we produced "Driven" against your judgment. The press not favorable. But still I'm hoping. _To a colleague:_ I announced "Driven" as a comedy. Next day I called it a play. But soon I may call it off. _To W. Lestocq:_ The American actors over here are worried about so many English actors in our midst. I employ both kinds--that is, I want good actors only. _To an English author:_ As to conditions here being bad for good plays; that is a joke. The distressful business is for the bad plays that I and other managers sometimes produce. _To one of his managers:_ Do not use the line "The World-Famous Tri-Star Combination." Just say "The Great Three-Star Combination." It is easier to understand. And all will be well. _To one of his managers who spoke of the superiority of an actress who had replaced another about to retire to private life:_ But now that her stage life is over we should remember her years of good work. She had a simple, childish, fairy-like appeal. I write this to you to express my feeling for one who has left our work for good, and I can think now only of pleasant memories. I want you to feel the same. _To an English author, January, 1915:_ Over here they say the real heroes of the year are the managers that dare produce new plays. _To a business colleague about a singing comedian who was laid up with a serious illness:_ I am sorry he is sick. But that was a rotten thing for him to do--to steal our song. I suppose he is better. Only the good die young. _To Marie Doro:_ I saw you in the picture play. It and you were fine. What a lot of money you make! When I return from London I'm going to see if I can earn $10 a day to play in some of the screens. We are all going up to the Atlantic Ocean Island to see them taking you in the "White Pearl" pictures. _Refusing to go to a public banquet:_