Dammit, don't you dare ask God to help me!

Recently I heard a 'wise guy' story that I had a party at my home for twenty-five men. It's an interesting story, but I don't know twenty-five men I'd want to invite ta a party.

Dammit, don't you dare ask God to help me!

Be afraid of nothing.

I had always known what I wanted, and that was beauty... in every form... a beautiful house, beautiful man, a beautiful life and image. I was ambitious to get the money which would attain all that for me.

Choose your clothes for your way of life.

My God, I'm four hundred years old and the most I can do is look three hundred.