The Human Heart Clings -

To Know That One Has Never Really Tried - That Is The Only Death

Never Shall I Forget Those Naked, Clean-swept Little Canadian Towns, One Just Like The Other. Before I Was Twelve Years Old, I Must Have Lived In Fifty Of Them.

I Never Ride Horseback Now Because My Sympathy With The Under-dog Is Too Keen. After We Have A Gone A Few Blocks, I Always Dismount And Say To The Horse: 'we'll Walk It Together, Old Dear.

I'm Too Homely For A Prima Donna And Too Ugly For A Soubrette.

Character Is What You Have When Nobody Is Looking.