When I appeared before the draft board examiner during World War II, he asked me if I thought I could kill. "I don't know about strangers," I replied, "but friends, certainly."

Underneath this flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.

Once I make up my mind, I'm full of indecision.

There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.

The only difference between the Democrats and the Republicans is that the Democrats allow the poor to be corrupt, too.

I don't drink. I don't like it. It makes me feel good.

Marriage is a triumph of habit over hate.