In 1949 there was a new thing called Television, to which my agency and advisers opposed as a performance medium.
In silence - and in self-defense - I figured things out in my own little way.
Every day, no matter what I'm doing, I say, 'Lord, I'll do the best I can, and You do the rest.
Your hands, your eyes, your voice, your thoughts are your servants.
Unless some misfortune has made it impossible, everyone can have good posture.
I hated school . . . . One of the reasons was a learning disability, dyslexia, which no one understood at the time. I still can't spell . . .