I Will Never Be Below The Title.

There Are New Words Now That Excuse Everybody. Give Me The Good Old Days Of Heroes And Villains, The People You Can Bravo Or Hiss. There Was A Truth To Them That All The Slick Credulity Of Today Cannot Touch.

I Have Eyes Like A Bullfrog, A Neck Like An Ostrich And Long, Limp Hair. You Just Have To Be Good To Survive With That Equipment.

One Begins To Realize That One Is Getting Old When The Birthday Candles Weigh More Than The Cake.

I Was Never Very Interested In Boys - And There Were Plenty Of Them - Vying With One Another To See How Many Famous Women They Would Get Into The Hay.

I Will Never Be Below The Title.