I Think There Is One Smashing Rule:

A Lot Of People Enjoy Being Dead. But They Are Not Dead, Really. They're Just Backing Away From Life.

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

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

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.

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