That's what keeps me going: dreaming, inventing, then hoping and dreaming some more in order to keep dreaming.

You keep pitching. Most of the pitches run wild. A few are caught.

Faced with the choice of enduring a bad toothache or going to the dentist, we generally tried to ride out the bad tooth.

I don't know anyone who enjoys going to the hospital. To help remedy this, I got an idea to create what a Laugh Room in the pediatric ward of hospitals.

I was 82 years old before Who's Who thought I was enough of a big shot to do a piece on me.

High-level, big-deal publicity has a way of getting old for me, but what never fails to thrill me is when I make personal appearances.