To Get It Right, Be Born With

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

So Easy To Fall Into A Rut, Isn't It? Why Should Ruts Be So Comfortable And So Unpopular?

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.

Nothing Dates One So Dreadfully As To Think Someplace Is Uptown. At Our Age One Must Be Watchful Of These Conversational Gray Hairs.

Courage Is Like A Muscle. We Strengthen It By Use.