Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death.
I was second in line of defence, behind Myrna Loy.
My mother was Irish and she was superstitious, if you'll forgive the tautology.
I'll match my flops with anybody's but I wouldn't have missed 'em.
Seal my lips on aches and pains. They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.
Success is a public affair. Failure is a private funeral.