It Is Time For Me To Chuck

I Did Quite Enjoy The Days When One Went For A Beer At One's Local In Paris And Woke Up In Corsica.

I Have No Intention Of Uttering My Last Words On The Stage. Room Service And A Couple Of Depraved Young Women Will Do Me Quite Nicely For An Exit.

Not Everyone Can Become A Great Artist; But A Great Artist *can* Come From *anywhere*.

I Do Not Choose To Be A Common Man…it Is My Right To Be Uncommon—if I Can…i Seek Opportunity—not Security…i Want To Take The Calculated Risk; To Dream And To Build, To Fail And To Succeed… To Refuse To Barter Incentive For A Dole… I Prefer The Challenges Of Life To The Guaranteed Existence, The Thrill Of Fulfillment To The Stale Calm Of Utopias….

There's A Remedy For Everything Except Death.