My Body Is On The Earth, But

Live Long Enough And You'll Come Into Pensions, A Lovely Thing. Presents Every Month From People You Didn't Know Cared.

At Seventy-four I'm Getting Minor Raves On My Looks, But I'm Caught In The Middle. Who Knows What Seventy-four Looks Like? Who Cares? But If I'd Listened To My Friends, I Could Now Lie And Say I'm Eighty-four. For Eighty-four, The Way I Look Is Spectacular.

The Kiss. There Are All Sorts Of Kisses, Lad, From The Sticky Confection To The Kiss Of Death. Of Them All, The Kiss Of An Actress Is The Most Unnerving. How Can We Tell If She Means It Or If She's Just Practicing?

If You're Thinking Of Becoming A Critic, Why Not Make Other Plans?

Never Give Up. And Never, Under Any Circumstances, Face The Facts.