Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in i >>
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, and wants it down. >>
Two such as you with such a master speed cannot be parted nor be swept >>
God makes stars. I just produce them. >>
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star. >>
Much more frequent in Hollywood than the emergence of Cinderella is he >>
No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.