My Lips Never Know My Problem They

Had I Known Of The Actual Horrors Of The German Concentration Camps, I Could Not Have Made The Great Dictator, I Could Not Have Made Fun Of The Homicidal Insanity Of The Nazis.

It Isn't The Ups And Downs That Make Life Difficult; It's The Jerks.

Friends Have Asked How I Came To Engender This American Antagonism. My Prodigious Sin Was, And Still Is, Being A Non-conformist. Although I Am Not A Communist I Refused To Fall In Line By Hating Them. Secondly, I Was Opposed To The Committee On Un-american Activities - A Dishonest Phrase To Begin With, Elastic Enough To Wrap Around The Throat And Strangle The Voice Of Any American Citizen Whose Honest Opinion Is A Minority Of One.

Time Is The Best Author. It Always Writes The Perfect Ending.

Sound Has Spoiled The Most Ancient Of The World's Arts, The Art Of Pantomime, And Has Canceled Out The Great Beauty That Is Silence.