I always feel, I guess being a product of the movies of the 40s where movies were the greatest things and screens were big and palaces were palaces and stars were larger than life that reality was so much inferior to what we felt was conceivably possible from what we had seen in the movies.

I think being funny is not anyone's first choice.

I think universal harmony is a pipedream and it may be more productive to focus on more modest goals, like a ban on yodeling.

People still have existential anxiety. It just may not be expressed in Hebraic idiom.

Of all the wonders of nature, a tree in summer is perhaps the most remarkable; with the possible exception of a moose singing 'Embraceable You' in spats.

If you take a frown and turn it upside down, the person you are holding by the ankles will soon pass out.

What is so fascinating about sitting around watching a bunch of pituitary cases stuff a ball through a hoop?