“Red lips like a living, laughing rose.”

Less than the weed that grows beside thy door.

The gods they serve, the vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, but by the quality of the thought they think.

I shall go the way of the open sea

To the lands I knew before you came, And the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me The memory of your name.

Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel

Men should be judged not by their tint of skin

For this is wisdom: to live, to take what fate, or the Gods, may give.

Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.

My theory about comedians is that their greatest fear is other people laughing at them. So comedy is an attempt to control and manipulate the thing they find most frightening.

You can’t laugh and be angry, you can’t laugh and feel sad, you can’t laugh and feel envious.

Sometimes you’re not getting the laughs you want or at the place you want but that doesn’t mean it’s not funny. It means you haven’t explored it enough.

But filming is good for you, because the crew isn’t allowed to laugh. You can’t get addicted to getting the laugh.

I like to make myself laugh. When I’m just sitting with a sketchbook and trying to make myself laugh or trying to come up with ideas, I try not to worry about aim right away. I’m just sort of shooting in all directions.

They say God laughs when you make plans, that’s why I make appointments and sometimes reschedule.

Laughter keeps you healthy. You can survive by seeing the humor in everything. Thumb your nose at sadness; turn the tables on tragedy.

If you can’t laugh at yourself, you may be missing the colossal joke of the century.