The Hollywood tradition I like best is called sucking up to the stars.

I have no use for eight houses, 88 cars and 500 suits. I can't eat but one steak at a time. I don't want but one woman. It's silly to have as one's sole object in life just making money, accumulating wealth.

Only lie about the future.

Happiness is being served with a paternity suit on your 75th birthday.

Happiness is discovering the prune juice your doctor ordered you to drink has fermented.

Happiness is being stuck in an elevator and discovering the ravishing blonde with you is a liquor salesman with a case of samples.

I know a guy who gave up smoking cigarettes, consuming, sex, and wealthy meals.