Life is like a piano. What you get out of it depends on how you play it.

Once the rockets are up, who cares where they come down ? That's not my department.

I know that there are people who do not love their fellow man, and I hate people like that!

If I can't get people to commit themselves on whether or not there is a square root of two, then I won't touch on God or anything here

I feel that if a person has problems communicating the very least he can do is to shut up.

Political satire became obsolete when they awarded Henry Kissinger the Nobel Peace Prize.

On my income tax 1040 it says 'Check this box if you are blind.' I wanted to put a check mark about three inches away.

It is a sobering thought that when Mozart was my age, he had been dead for two years.

I went from adolescence to senility, trying to bypass maturity.

Always predict the worst, and you'll be hailed as a prophet.

If, after hearing my songs, just one human being is inspired to say something nasty to a friend, or perhaps to strike a loved one, it will all have been worth the while.

Our creativity is a universe within this universe, certainly a much bigger one!

I wanted to fall

We need to inspire and give each other confidence so that the work we do will be fruitful for the well-being of the people and the stability and security of the country.

I never looked at hockey as work. Now that I'd finished playing, I had to go to work.

I've always had a strong feeling for the Statue of Liberty, because it became the statue of my personal liberty.

I was born and raised a Christian and I still adhere to those principles.

I have discovered the meaning of life. It resides in what I can wrest from each day that I live.

If you count the sunny and the cloudy days of the whole year, you will find that the sunshine predominates.

To float like a cloud you have to go to the trouble of becoming one.

And who shall say--whatever disenchantment follows--that we ever forget magic; or that we can ever betray, on this leaden earth, the apple-tree, the singing, and the gold?