If There's One Thing I Know, It's

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

It Is Not How Old You Are, But How You Are Old.

I Never Weep Over Lost Money, For I Figure I'd Rather Go To The Poorhouse Once Than Go There Every Day.

I'll Have My Double Chins In Privacy.

Fate Cast Me To Play The Role Of An Ugly Duckling With No Promise Of Swanning. . . . I Have Played My Life As A Comedy Rather Than The Tragedy Many Would Have Made Of It.