By [age] 93, I had shrunk quite a lot. My car was known as the Phantom Cadillac. People would see it whizzing by and they would swear there was no driver.

If I paid ten dollars for a cigar, first I'd make love to it, then I'd smoke it.

My best advice: Fall in love with what you do for a living.

Say Goodnight Gracie.

I'd rather be a flop at show business than to be a success at something I didn't like.

I did go to school - my kind of school. When I was a kid I went out ... and you meet people. You talk to them. Anybody says something that makes sense, it stays with you, rubs off on you. That kind of school.

Yale men do not like to be told anything by people who didn't go to Yale. The closest I came to Yale was once I had one of their padlocks.