The Human Heart Clings - Even To

Never Shall I Forget Those Naked, Clean-swept Little Canadian Towns, One Just Like The Other. Before I Was Twelve Years Old, I Must Have Lived In Fifty Of Them.

Fate Cast Me To Play The Role Of An Ugly Duckling With No Promise Of Swanning. . . . I Have Played My Life As A Comedy Rather Than The Tragedy Many Would Have Made Of It.

If Ants Are Such Busy Workers, How Come They Find Time To Go To All The Picnics?

In Order To Represent Life On The Stage, We Must Rub Elbows With Life, Live Ourselves

I Never Ride Horseback Now Because My Sympathy With The Under-dog Is Too Keen. After We Have A Gone A Few Blocks, I Always Dismount And Say To The Horse: 'we'll Walk It Together, Old Dear.