To Know That One Has Never Really

By The Time We've Hit Fifty, We Have Learned Our Hardest Lessons

If Ants Are Such Busy Workers, How Come They Find Time To Go To All The Picnics?

Fate Cast Me To Play The Role Of An Ugly Duckling With No Promise Of Swanning. . . . I Have Played My Life As A Comedy Rather Than The Tragedy Many Would Have Made Of It.

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

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