To Know That One Has

We Have Learned To Take Life Seriously, But Never Ourselves.

That's The Unfortunate Thing About Death. It's So Terribly Final.

By The Time We've Hit Fifty, We Have Learned Our Hardest Lessons

If A Man Is Worth Loving At All, He Is Worth Loving Generously, Even Recklessly.

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