I'm The Oldest Antique In Town.

If There Was Sadness In This Creative World Of Mine, It Was A Pleasant Sadness. If There Were Problems, They Were Humorous Problems.

I Can Take A Lot Of Pats On The Back. I Love It When I Get Admiring Letters From People. And, Of Course, I'd Love It If The Critics Would Notice Me, Too.

The Remarks About My Reaching The Age Of Social Security And Coming To The End Of The Road, They Jolted Me. And That Was Good. Because I Sure As Hell Had No Intention Of Just Sitting Around For The Rest Of My Life. So I'd Whip Out The Paints And Really Go To It.

Commonplaces Never Become Tiresome. It Is We Who Become Tired When We Cease To Be Curious And Appreciative.

The Balopticon [a Machine That Projects Photos On Canvas To Trace The Lines] Is An Evil, Inartistic, Habit-forming, Lazy And Vicious Machine! It Also Is A Useful, Time-saving, Practical And Helpful One. I Use One Often-and Am Thoroughly Ashamed Of It. I Hide It Whenever I Hear People Coming.