Bed is the perfect climate.

Just say the lines and don't trip over the furniture.

It's like this, dear boy, the one in front is blind and the kind one behind is pushing him.

The higher the building the lower the morals.

How foolish to think that one can ever slam the door in the face of age. Much wiser to be polite and gracious and ask him to lunch in advance.

Someday I suspect, when Jesus has definitely got me for a sunbeam, my works may be adequately assessed.

I don't much care for Hollywood, I'd rather have a nice cup of cocoa.