I hate fame. I hate being recognized, because I don't know how to talk to people.

I was in my peak physical condition when I was about like, uh... one. Oh God, I looked good, young and fresh! You wouldn't know me now if you'd seen me when I was one, you know? I even looked good for my age. People would come up to me and go, what are you, zero? And I'd go, no, I'm one over here!

There are two things which a man should scrupulously avoid: giving advice that he would not follow, and asking advice when he is determined to pursue his own opinion.

Our passions may be compared to certain slaves--the more severity we show them, the better they obey us.

The young compliment their greatness on the number of their friends; the old, on the confidence of them.

I've always been very averse to innuendo, especially sexual. I find it cowardly or something.

There is a very prevalent tenet with youth, that good company is every thing desirable, and that bad is even better than none.