It's a bore - B-O-R-E - when you find you've begun to rot.

If you're given a choice between money and sex appeal, take the money. As you get older, the money will become your sex appeal.

If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married.

Friendship, if somebody holds out his hand toward you, you've got to reach and take it... There are too many people alone, and if you're lucky enough for somebody to want you as a friend, it's an obligation.

You never feel that you have fame. It's always in back of you.

If you have fame, you never feel that you have fame, if you have the brains of a flea. Because fame is something that's over back of you. It ain't ahead.... Not ahead at all. I mean, if you've done it that's great, but "what are you going to do now?" is the only thing that matters.

It would be a terrific innovation if you could get your mind to stretch a little further than the next wisecrack.