I grew up listening to show tunes in the back of the car.

Mickey Mouse popped out of my mind onto a drawing pad 20 years ago on a train ride from Manhattan to Hollywood at a time when business fortunes of my brother Roy and myself were at lowest ebb and disaster seemed right around the corner.

In the misfortunes of our best friends we always find something not altogether displeasing to us.

Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.

I am responsible. Although I may not be able to prevent the worst from happening I am responsible for my attitude toward the inevitable misfortunes that darken life.

All men's misfortunes spring from their hatred of being alone.

The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.