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My Formula For Living Is Quite Simple. I Get Up In The Morning And I Go To Bed At Night. In Between, I Occupy Myself As Best I Can.

I Really Am A Happy, Amusing Fellow At Heart. Trouble Is I Seem The Only One Left.

Ah, Beware Of Snobbery; It Is The Unwelcome Recognition Of One's Own Past Failings.

Who Is Omnipotent Or Wise Enough To Decide Each New Standard Of Good Taste? Or Sensitivity?

Everyone Wants To Be Cary Grant. Even I Want To Be Cary Grant. Let Me Expand A Bit. I Sense That You May Feel That I Am Free Of Problems. Let Me Assure You That I Have The Same Anxieties And Insecurities As Anyone In This Auditorium - Maybe More.