Honey, We All Got To Go Sometime,

It Is An Extra Dividend When You Like The Girl You've Fallen In Love With.

Disagreeing With The Fervent Patriotism Of The Confederates: "i Think It's Hard Winning A War With Words, Gentlemen. . . . I'm Saying Very Plainly That The Yankees Are Better Equipped Than We. . . . All We've Got Is Cotton And Slaves, And Arrogance." "i Seem To Be Spoiling Everybody's Brandy And Cigars And Dreams Of Victory."

Types Really Don't Matter. I Have Been Accused Of Preferring Blondes. But I Have Known Some Mighty Attractive Redheads, Brunettes, And Yes, Women With Grey Hair. Age, Height, Weight Haven't Anything To Do With Glamour.

I Never Did Like The Idea Of Sitting On Newspapers. I Did It Once, And All The Headlines Came Off On My White Pants. On The Level! It Actually Happened. Nobody Bought A Paper That Day. They Just Followed Me Around Over Town And Read The News On The Seat Of My Pants.

When It's Over It's Over. No Questions, No Tears, No Farewell Kisses.