Your Luck Is How You Treat People.

I Work To Stay Alive.

At 50, I Thought Proudly: Here We Are, Half Century! Being 60 Was Fairly Frightening. You Want To Know How I Spent My 70th Birthday? I Put On A Completely Black Face, A Fuzzy Black Afro Wig, Wore Black Clothes And Hung A Black Wreath On My Door.

If Men Found Out How To Give Birth To Children They'll Never Propose Again.

I Was Never Very Interested In Boys - And There Were Plenty Of Them - Vying With One Another To See How Many Famous Women They Would Get Into The Hay.

I Firmly Believe, However, That If Your Children Have Never Hated You, You Have Failed As A Parent.