I'll Have My Double Chins In Privacy.

I'm Too Homely For A Prima Donna And Too Ugly For A Soubrette.

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

I'll Have My Double Chins In Privacy.

The Human Heart Clings - Even To Its Pain.

I Never Ride Horseback Now Because My Sympathy With The Under-dog Is Too Keen. After We Have A Gone A Few Blocks, I Always Dismount And Say To The Horse: 'we'll Walk It Together, Old Dear.