One Murder Makes A Villain; Millions, A

You Have To Believe In Yourself. That's The Secret.

Nothing Is Permanent In This Wicked World - Not Even Our Troubles.

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.

I've Arrived At The Age Where A Platonic Friendship Can Be Sustained On The Highest Moral Plane.

The Saddest Thing I Can Imagine Is To Get Used To Luxury. [and Therefore Not Appreciate It Fully Or Be Grateful For It Every Moment.]