I'd Like To Have Made One Of

My Formula For Living Is Quite Simple. I Get Up In The Morning And I Go To Bed At Night. In Between, I Occupy Myself As Best I Can.

I'm A Fatheaded Guy, Full Of Pain. It Tore Me Up Not Having You.

I Have No Plans To Write An Autobiography, I Will Leave That To Others. I'm Sure They Will Turn Me Into A Homosexual Or A Nazi Spy Or Something Else.

Who Is Omnipotent Or Wise Enough To Decide Each New Standard Of Good Taste? Or Sensitivity?

Probably No Greater Honor Can Come To Any Man Than The Respect Of His Colleagues.