The rich man has his motor car, His country and his town estate He smokes a fifty-cent cigar And jeers at fate. Yet though my lamp burn low and dim, Though I must slave for livelihood, Think you that I would change with him? You bet I would! – Franklin Pierce Adams
My dad never told me that when you audition, you might not get the role. He wanted to wait until my first disappointment to tell me. – Haley Joel Osment
