She Had Much In Common With Hitler,

Never Mind, Dear, We're All Made The Same, Though Some More Than Others.

Of Course, The Age-old Tradition That A Star Must Appear Even If He Or She Is Practically Dying Is An Excellent One, But It Can Be Carried Too Far. I One Played A Performance Of The Knight Of The Burning Pestle With A Temperature Of 103 And Gave Sixteen Members Of The Company Mumps, Thereby Closing The Play And Throwing Everybody Out Of Work. There May Be A Moral Lurking Somewhere In This, But I Cannot For The Life Of Me Discover What It Is.

Conceit Is An Outward Manifestation Of Inferiority.

How Was Your Flight? Well, Aeronautically It Was A Great Success. Socially, It Left Quite A Bit To Be Desired.

Exercise Is The Most Awful Illusion. The Secret Is A Lot Of Aspirin And Marrons Glaces.