This year I'm a star, but what will I be next year? A black hole?

People always tease me. They say, look at you, you went for so much psychoanalysis and you're so neurotic, you wind up marrying a girl so much younger than you.

The heart wants what it wants. There's no logic to these things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that's that.

The chief problem about death ... is the fear that there may be no afterlife - a depressing thought.

Life is hard for insects. And don't think mice are having any fun either.

Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things.

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