It’s A Pity Nobody Believes In Simple

I Don't Mind Growing Old. If I Have To Go Before My Time, This Is How I'll Go-- Cigarette In One Hand, Glass Of Scotch In The Other.

Don't Think For A Minute That Bad Publicity And Endless Criticism Don't Leave Their Claw Marks On Everyone Concerned. Your Friends Try To Cheer You Up By Saying Lightly, "i Suppose You Get Used To It, And Ignore It." You Try. You Try Damned Hard. But You Never Get Used To It. It Always Wounds And Hurts.

When I'm Old And Gray, I Want To Have A House By The Sea. And Paint. With A Lot Of Wonderful Chums, Good Music, And Booze Around. And A Damn Good Kitchen To Cook In.

Deep Down, I'm Pretty Superficial.

He Will Always Be My Sir Galahad.