And If There Is Sweeter

I Don't Feel Qualified To Talk About My Work.

And If There Is Sweeter Music This Side Of Heaven I Haven't Heard It.

If One More Person Tells Me This Is Just Like Old Times, I Swear I'll Jump Out The Window.

Charlie Chaplin And I Would Have A Friendly Contest: Who Could Do The Feature Film With The Least Subtitles?

Down Through The Years My Face Has Been Called A Sour Puss, A Dead Pan, A Frozen Face, The Great Stone Face, And, Believe It Or Not, "a Tragic Mask." On The Other Hand That Kindly Critic, The Late James Agee, Described My Face As Ranking "almost With Lincoln's As An Early American Archetype, It Was Haunting, Handsome, Almost Beautiful." I Can't Imagine What The Great Rail Splitter's Reaction Would Have Been To This, Though I Sure Was Pleased.