“I want words I can stand on.”

There are stars in my heart shining for you.

You keep me at a distance when all I want to have you is close.

All I ever wanted with you was everything.

Step back and see who comes forward.

Love is safety to share all our colors.

Light a candle in your heart that never goes out.

Our love lives forever In the land of lost poetry.

Sometimes a break up breaks us open to love even more.

Happiness is a little bit of art on a sad day.

Our hearts can’t help who they beat for.

We are like wind sweeping into trees to be touched.

Dreams are built, and hearts are broken, by things that are said, but not meant.

Movement has incredible healing power.

Be brave tiny heart, your time will come.

Maybe we are supposed to break, so that through our cracks our flowers can grow.

I love looking at myself through your eyes.

Each time a man stands up for an ideal or acts to improve the lot of others or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope.

I am a tariff man, standing on a tariff platform.

Behold a republic standing erect while empires all around are bowed beneath the weight of their own armaments – a republic whose flag is loved while other flags are only feared.

I stand between two worlds. I am at home in neither, and I suffer in consequence. You artists call me a bourgeois, and the bourgeois try to arrest me…I don’t know which makes me feel worse.

So I’m at the wailing wall, standing there like a moron, with my harpoon.

I did standup while still working for Johnny Carson in the mid-’60s, thus gaining the advantage of at least getting laughs from him about how I hadn’t the night before.

At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote.

I have yet to see one of those Comedy Central shows with multiple standup comics that doesn’t include someone the size of the Hindenburg.