In My Youth There Were

Bad Weather Always Looks Worse Through A Window.

If I See A Movie Star In The Department Store Buying Something, I'll Kind Of Sidle Up And See What They're Saying, What They Look Like, How They Sound. That's An Invasion Of Privacy.

I Find Enough Mystery In Mathematics To Satisfy My Spiritual Needs. I Think, For Example, That Pi Is Mysterious Enough (don't Get Me Started!) Without Having To Worry About God. Or If Pi Isn't Enough, How About Fractals? Or Quantum Mechanics?

I Find That People Can Pass Me On The Street Who've Just Seen My Picture In The Paper And They Wouldn't Recognize Me. If They'd Seen Me On Television, The Heads Turn. They Say, "wait A Minute. I Don't Know Who That Is, But He's Somebody.

Don't Write Naughty Words On The Wall If You Can't Spell!