I Must Hurry Back To My House

I've Put In As Many As 40 Weeks A Year On Stage. It Is Lonely And Restricted, As All Artistic Life Must Necessarily Be.

No Person In The World Ever Lost Anything By Being Nice To Me.

Anyone's Life Truly Lived Consists Of Work, Sunshine, Exercise, Soap, Plenty Of Fresh Air, And A Happy Contented Spirit.

My Agent Tells Me I Am Drawing The Largest Salary Ever Paid In The Halls Of England. Wonderful, Isn't It? For A Quiet, Rural Gardener Like Myself.

I Was Beautiful. Now, Because I Am Old, I Take No Shame In So Saying.