“There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization. If there are such things as angels, I hope that they are organized along the lines of the Mafia.”

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.

Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, It might have been.

One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.

I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.

All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist.

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

You were sick, but now you’re well again, and there’s work to do.

Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.

Ting-a-ling mother fucker.

All right – I’ll tell you what you did for me: you went for happy, silly, beautiful walks with me.

If I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I’m grateful that so many of those moments are nice.

I couldn’t help wondering if that was what God put me on Earth for–to find out how much a man could take without breaking.

Live by the harmless untruths that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy.

What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.

Americans, are forever searching for love in forms it never takes, in places it can never be. It must have something to do with the vanished frontier.

Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you’ve been to college.

Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.

I’m just looking for an angel with a broken wing.

I’m still searching for an angel with a broken wing. It’s not very easy to find them these days.

Let’s just say I’m like a ship passing through storms, resting in ports now and then until it’s time to continue the journey. I once told a friend, `I’m just looking for an angel with a broken wing – one that couldn’t fly away.’

Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.

Its fun for me to go on other folks talk shows. When youve endured the ups and downs and tensions and pitfalls of hosting, being a guest is a piece of angel food.

May I ask your name, my lady? Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.

Me and my friends made a group called 1400 and the number always stuck with me. I always see it everywhere I go. There’s an angel behind the number, it’s an angelic number.