My first appearance, the first time I try anything, invariably is not very successful. I tend to grow slowly, but solidly.

I like clean ladies and nice ladies.

I just wrote a book, but don't go out and buy it yet, because I don't think it's finished yet.

There are good days and there are bad days, and this is one of them.

You know, it's a long world.

In spite of the Depression, or maybe because of it, folks were hungry for a good time, and an evening of dancing seemed a good way to have it.

Over and over I marvel at the blessings of my life: Each year has grown better than the last.