Someday I suspect, when Jesus has definitely got me for a sunbeam, my works may be adequately assessed.
Just say the lines and don't trip over the furniture.
Conceit is an outward manifestation of inferiority.
You kissed me because you were awfully nice and I was awfully nice and we both liked kissing very much. It was inevitable.
Star quality: I don't know what it is, but I've got it.
I can take any amount of criticism, as long as it is unqualified praise.