Who is omnipotent or wise enough to decide each new standard of good taste? Or sensitivity?

My father used to say, 'Let them see you and not the suit. That should be secondary.'

Nature eventually has her own way, so perhaps the best procedure is to accept what old Mother Nature or God, if you will, dictates. Accept it and you'll get along better.

I'm prepared. I have a gun and I know how to shoot, and whoever comes calling without an invitation will get it in the rear end.

Everyone tells me I've had such an interesting life, but sometimes I think it's been nothing but stomach disturbances and self-concern.

I pretended to be somebody I wanted to be until finally I became that person. Or he became me.

One pretends to do something, or copy someone or some teacher, until it can be done confidently and easily in what becomes one's own style