If things get too much for you and you feel the whole world's against you, go stand on your head. If you can think of anything crazier to do, do it.

But I guess that's the way it is. When you lose something irreplaceable, you don't mourn for the thing you lost. you mourn for yourself.

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.

Many years ago a very wise man named Bernard Baruch took me aside and put his arm around my shoulder. "Harpo my boy," he said, "I'm going to give you three pieces of advice, three things you should always remember." My heart jumped and I glowed with expectation. I was going to hear the magic password to a rich, full life from the master himself. "Yes sir?" I said. And he told me the three things. I regret that I've forgotten what they were.

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.