Stardom Can Be A Gilded Slavery.

There's A Little Vanity Chair That Charlie Gave Me The First Christmas We Knew Each Other. I'll Not Be Parting With That, Nor Our Bed - The Four-poster - I'll Be Needing That To Die In.

All Through The Long Winter, I Dream Of My Garden. On The First Day Of Spring, I Dig My Fingers Deep Into The Soft Earth. I Can Feel Its Energy, And My Spirits Soar.

Yes, I Have Doubted. I Have Wandererd Off The Path. I Have Been Lost. But I Always Returned. It Is Beyond The Logic I Seek. It Is Intuitive - An Intrinsic, Built-in Sense Of Direction. I Seem To Find My Way Home. My Faith Has Wavered But Has Saved Me.

Actors Work And Slave And It Is The Color Of Your Hair That Can Determine Your Fate In The End.

People Who Refuse To Rest Honorably On Their Laurels When They Reach Retirement Age Seem Very Admirable To Me.