“Everything is dangerous to him that is afraid of it.”

The human soul is to God, is as the flower to the sun; it opens at its approach, and shuts when it withdraws.

Virtue is the health, true state, natural complexion of the Soul.

Believe things, rather than man.

He that useth his reason doth acknowledge God.

An ill principle in the mind is worse than the matter of a disease in the body.

It is altogether as worthy of God and as much becoming Him to pardon and show mercy, in case of repentance and submission and reformation, as to punish, in case of impenitency and obstinacy.

He that neither knows himself nor thinks he can learn of others is not fit for company.

Nothing spoils human nature more than false zeal. The good nature of a heathen is more God-like than the furious zeal of a Christian.

We never better enjoy ourselves than when we most enjoy God.

A benefactor is a representative of God.

Such an explication of Grace as sets men at liberty in morals, makes void the Law through Faith.

He that is dishonest, trusts nobody.

None are known to be good, till they have opportunity to be bad.

None of us was born knowing or wise; but men become wise by consideration, observation, experience.

The judge is nothing but the law speaking.

Among politicians the esteem of religion is profitable; the principles of it are troublesome.

I find it really hard to say anything coherent or interesting about the work I do.

I can act. I’ve been acting for a long time, but like anything else, don’t nobody owe you nothing. You’ve go to pay your dues. You go from A to Z; you don’t go from M to Z.

Anything that saps the value of savings-and inflation is the worst single threat-is the enemy of the aged and of those who expect to grow old.

I don’t get along with anything, I really don’t…I’m, I’m, maybe I’m just a, you know, incredibly tasteful human being.

I always said what I thought and I didn’t hold anything back.

If you don’t suffer, you don’t get anything. Nothing easy in life.

He’s going on and on and on, and finally he stops. It’s just total horror, and the camera’s still rolling. You can hear it, sort of a grinding noise. And the director says, “Anything else, Bud?”

Buddy Hackett [was] talking – this is Hackett, not me – about the Virgin Mary, a limerick sort of thing, and all these children and families … the look of absolute horror.