Ain't nothing too discreet about the disease of conceit.

You've got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend. When I was down you just stood there a grinin

Art can lead you to God. I think that's the purpose of everything. If it's not doing that, what's it doing? It's leading you the other way. It's certainly not leading you nowhere.

Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.

Despite everybody who has been born and has died, the world has just gone on. I mean, look at Napoleon -but we went right on. Look at Harpo Marx -the world went around, it didn't stop for a second. It's sad but true. John Kennedy, right?

Everybody's the first somebody, y'know.

Don't know which one is worse, doing your own thing or just being cool.