There is a tragic flaw in our precious constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.

Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.

Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.

One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

Music is, to me, proof of the existence of God. It is so extraordinarily full of magic, and in tough times of my life I can listen to music and it makes such a difference.

Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance.

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.

Plato says that the unexamined life is not worth living. But what if the examined life turns out to be a clunker as well?

Everybody hates me because I'm so universally liked.

I love new cities, and if I haven't travelled for a month, the need to go somewhere starts to gets under my skin.

I'm aware of [Doctor Strange] place within the comic pantheon of it all, the Marvelverse, but I don't email saying, "When are we doing next film?" I'm excited to see.

The higher the goal, the harder the climb, but after that the bigger the muscle the, smarter the mind.

I want people to be overwhelmed with light and color in a way they have never experienced.

Understand that sexuality is as wide as the sea.

I do try to live every day as if it were my last, and it has worked for me so far.

...music is the living God in our bosoms.

No one ever wanted to hire me. Ever. I've never been recruited anywhere. I have beat my head against every wall, at every place that I worked.

France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot.