Take Courage! Whatever you decide to do, it will probably be the wrong thing.

Instead of past, present and future, I'd prefer chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry.

To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first, and call whatever you hit the target

Be kind to unkind people. They need it the most.

Please don't lie to me,unless,you're sure I'll never find out the truth.

The greatest obstacle to discovering the truth is being convinced that you already know it.

I want either less corruption, or more chance to participate in it.

I too have known joy and sadness, and, on the whole, I prefer joy.

I'll give up my bad habits as soon as equally satisfying good habits become available.

I may not be perfect, but parts of me are excellent.

Keep some souvenirs of your past, or how will you ever prove it wasn't all a dream?

You have food?" Winter scolded. "I thought you said you were hungry."I'm hungry for other things besides what I have, " [Clover] argued.

The pleasure we derive from doing favors is partly in the feeling it gives us that we are not altogether worthless. It is a pleasant surprise to ourselves.

I'm not doing contemporary songs unless something comes along that really knocks my socks off.

Don't blame Wall Street. Don't blame the big banks. If you don't have a job and you're not rich, blame yourself!

I'm a much nicer person since my wife died. I found out what pain is, so on that level I'm much nicer.

My dog didn't like me very much. My first dog, Dmitri, was a poodle. I used to think Dmitri was something I could play with and ride. I tried to ride a poodle. And then he bit me.

A face is like the outside of a house, and most faces, like most houses, give us an idea of what we can expect to find inside.

And people do enjoy the plays at completely different levels. And, likewise, they enjoy the authorship question... at completely different levels.

Perhaps the best definition of progress would be the continuing efforts of men and women to narrow the gap between the convenience of the powers that be and the unwritten charter.

To my ninth decade I have totter'd on, And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady; She, who once led me where she would, is gone, So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready.