They Say Pantomime's A Lost

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

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.

No Man Can Be A Genius In Slapshoes And A Flat Hat.

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

Silence Is Of The Gods; Only Monkeys Chatter.