Never throw anything good away -- real wool, pure silk. Put it away and wait for it to come back.

My success was not based so much on any great intelligence but on great common sense.

Talkers expand like bread dough.

The prerequisite for making love is to like someone enormously.

Every morning when I'm thrashing around on the floor doing my solid hour of heavy exercises I'm not really doing that for anyone but myself. It makes me feel good.

My father died when I was 10; my sister got polio a couple of years later and was paralyzed. So there I was - my sister in a wheel chair, my father gone, and my mother a quiet little mouse. You see, it was the '30s in the South, so my mother was not prepared to cope. So I was scared to death. And being that scared, everything afterward became a struggle not to go down the drain. Struggling became a way of life for me.

The only thing that separates successful people from the ones who aren't is the willingness to work very, very hard.