Fate Keeps On Happening.

I Once Witnessed More Ardent Emotions Between Men At An Elks' Rally In Pasadena Than They Could Ever Have Felt For The Type Of Woman Available To An Elk.

I've Never Known A Philadelphian Who Wasn't A Downright 'character'; Possibly A Defense Mechanism Resulting From The Dullness Of Their Native Habitat.

Men Are Weak And Constantly Need Reassurance, So Now That They Fail To Find Adulation In The Opposite Sex, They're Turning To Each Other. Less And Less Do Men Need Women. More And More Do Gentlemen Prefer Gentlemen.

One Might Feel That, At My Age, I Should Look On Life With More Gravity. After All, I've Been Privileged To Listen, Firsthand, Tosome Of The Most Profound Thinkers Of My Daywho Were All Beset By Gloom Over The Condition The World Had Gotten Into. Then Why Can't I View It With Anything But Amusement?

I Used To Think That Looking Across A Pillow Into The Fabulous Face Of Buster Keaton Would Be A More Thrilling Destiny Than Any Screen Career.