Young. Old. Just Words.

Nice To Be Here? At My Age It's Nice To Be Anywhere.

I Did Go To School - My Kind Of School. When I Was A Kid I Went Out ... And You Meet People. You Talk To Them. Anybody Says Something That Makes Sense, It Stays With You, Rubs Off On You. That Kind Of School.

If You Live To Be One Hundred, You've Got It Made. Very Few People Die Past That Age.

By [age] 93, I Had Shrunk Quite A Lot. My Car Was Known As The Phantom Cadillac. People Would See It Whizzing By And They Would Swear There Was No Driver.

With The Collapse Of Vaudeville New Talent Has No Place To Stink.