To Be Somebody, You Must Last.

Do People Get Moral When They Don't Get Ahead?

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.

Pan Me, Don't Give Me The Part, Publish Everybody's Book But This One And I Will Still Make It!

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

When You Finally Learn How To Do It, You're Too Old For The Good Parts.