I don't stutter when I talk to God. He loves me.

Banquet: a plate of cold, hairy chicken and artificially coloured green peas completely surrounded by dreary speeches and appeals for donations.

The person who can bring the spirit of laughter into a room is indeed blessed.

I don't stutter when I talk to God. He loves me.

Everybody was being decent, and when people are decent, thing work out for everybody. That has been my theory all through life. If you're making money, let the other fellow make it too. If somebody's getting hurt, it's bad, but if you can work a thing out so that everybody profits that's the ideal business.

An oboe is an ill-wind that nobody blows good.

TV's sameness has destroyed many things, such as the American urge toward independent thought.