We are all afraid of the world, aren't we?
That's probably at the bottom of my doddering.

Cutty, what is love ?" she broke off, whimsically.
"Looking into mirrors and hunting for specks," he answered, readily.
"I mean seriously." "So do I.Before I went round to the stage entrance to take your mother out to supper I used to preen an hour before the mirror.

My collar, my cravat, my hair, the nap on my stovepipe, my gloves--terrible things! And what happened?
Your dad, dressed in his office clothes, came along like a cyclone, walked all over my toes, and swooped up your mother right from under my nose.

Now just look the proposition over from all angles.

Think of yourself; let the old world go hang.