The ultimate mystery is one's own self.

Once I get outside my house in the morning, I'm on.

On a scale of one to ten, I would rate Elvis eleven.

Real success is not on the stage, but off the stage as a human being, and how you get along with your fellow man.

All I really had was my talent. Without that I wouldn't be welcome at the White House.

The manic pursuit of success cost me everything I could love: my wife, my three children, some friends I would have liked to grow old with.

I bought a house in the Hollywood Hills and brought my grandmother from Harlem to live in it with me.