If Ants Are Such Busy Workers, How

Never Shall I Forget Those Naked, Clean-swept Little Canadian Towns, One Just Like The Other. Before I Was Twelve Years Old, I Must Have Lived In Fifty Of Them.

In Order To Represent Life On The Stage, We Must Rub Elbows With Life, Live Ourselves

You're Only As Good As Your Last Picture.

That's The Unfortunate Thing About Death. It's So Terribly Final.

To Know That One Has Never Really Tried - That Is The Only Death