What Could Be Better Than

I Wish I Could Recall With Clarity The Impulse That Compelled Me To Help Bring This Camp Into Being. I'd Be Pleased If I Could Announce A Motive Of Lofty Purpose. I've Been Accused Of Compassion, Of Altruism, Of Devotion To Christian, Hebrew, And Muslim Ethic, But However Desperate I Am To Claim Ownership Of A High Ideal, I Cannot. I Wanted, I Think, To Acknowledge Luck; The Chance Of It, The Benevolence Of It In My Life, And The Brutality Of It In The Lives Of Others, Made Especially Savage For Children Because They May Not Be Allowed The Good Fortune Of A Lifetime To Correct It.

Acting Is Like Letting Your Pants Down; You're Exposed.

When The Idea Came Up, (newman's Own) I Said, "are You Crazy? Stick My Face On The Label Of Salad Dressing?" And Then, Of Course, We Got The Whole Idea Of Exploitation And How Circular It Is. Why Not, Really, Go To The Fullest Length, And The Silliest Length, In Exploiting Yourself And Turn The Proceeds Back To The Community?

You Can't Be As Old As I Am Without Waking Up With A Surprised Look On Your Face Every Morning.

What Could Be Better Than To Hold Your Hand Out To People Less Fortunate Than You Are?