The passing of an ordinary man is sad. The passing of a great man is tragic, and doubly tragic when the greatness passes before the man does.

I am the most fortunate self-taught harpist and non-speaking actor who has ever lived.

I don't know whether my life has been a success or a failure. But not having any anxiety about becoming one instead of the other, and just taking things as they come along, I've had a lot of extra time to enjoy life.

He looked like something that had gotten loose from Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Like the East Side tenement, our house was seldom without the sound of music or laughter or questions being asked or stories being told.

I saw the most frightening, most depressing sight I had ever seen - a row of stores with Stars of David and the word 'Jude' painted on them, and inside, behind half-empty counters, people in a daze, cringing like they didn't know what hit them and didn't know where the next blow would come from. Hitler had been in power only six months, and his boycott was already in full effect. I hadn't been so wholly conscious of being a Jew since my bar mitzvahs, and it was the first time since I'd had the measles that I was too sick to eat.

In 1944 James Arthur and Minnie Susan were added to the Marx household.