“Because real thoughts come from outside and travel with us like the noodle soup we take to work; in other words, inquisitors burn books in vain.”

I expect them to tell me things about myself I don’t know.

Eleanor Roosevelt doesn’t ever do anything that is going to hurt her husband. She tries things out on him. She gets permission to do things.

A symbol of the eternity that preceded human thought, a free fire, a gift from heaven, a living sign of the elements unnoticed by the world-weary pedestrian, a fire in the ditches of Prague warming the wanderer’s eye and soul.

It’s interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls.

Because when I read, I don’t really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop.

For me, a hearty “belly laugh” is one of the beautiful sounds in the world.

Live well laugh often and love much.

The man who laughs has simply not yet had the terrible news.

Life is a jest of the Gods and there is no justice. You must learn to laugh… or else you’ll weep yourself to death.

After I ran off the mound, I looked over at the St. Louis dugout. There were players rolling around on the floor, laughing. Poor Terry. I’ll have to admit that was a hell of a curveball.

It’s not terribly dignified to have anyone seeing one laugh at one’s own material.

Making people laugh is what I’ve been doing since I was like four or five years old. I still have a lust, I still have a passion. I don’t care about how I look, I’m dedicated to the laughs.

I don’t care about how I look; I’m dedicated to the laughs. You know, I used to be a clown, so – my name was Smoothie the Clown. All the training I had, all my training is geared toward making people laugh, and I didn’t care about being cool.