Getting Old Is Not For Sissies.

You Should Never Say Bad Things About The Dead, You Should Only Say Good . . . Joan Crawford Is Dead. Good.

One Begins To Realize That One Is Getting Old When The Birthday Candles Weigh More Than The Cake.

I Am A Woman Meant For A Man, But I Never Found A Man Who Could Compete.

I Work To Stay Alive.

Some Young Hollywood Starlets Remind Me Of My Grandmother's Old Farmhouse -- All Painted Up Nice On The Front Side, A Big Swing On The Backside, And Nothing Whatsoever In The Attic.