I'd have avoided some of the pain if I could. Anyone would. But I wouldn't have missed knowing any of the people-even the ones whose leaving hurt most. In fact, the only thing I'm sorry about is that I didn't meet one particular guy, a clown named Joe Skelton. You know, he sure picked the right profession. I mean, a clown's got it all. He never has to hold back: He can do as he pleases. The mouth and the eyes are painted on. So if you wanta cry, you can go right ahead. The make up won't smear. You'll still be smiling. . . .

There are three signs of old age: loss of memory ... I forget the other two.

Any kid will run any errand for you, if you ask at bedtime.

It proves what they say, give the public what they want to see and they'll come out for it.

I just want to be known as a clown because to me, that's the height of my profession. It means you can do everything - sing, dance and, above all, make people laugh.

No matter what your heartache may be, laughing helps you forget it for a few seconds.

I only come to life when there are people watching.