“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.

There’s a difference between a sense of humor and a sense of funny. A sense of humor is knowing what makes you laugh and a sense of funny is knowing what makes other people laugh. The journey of comedy, in a sense, is negotiating those two worlds.

There is something about being a director where, for me personally, I get to . . . it’s the closest I’ll ever come to being able to be a stand up.

I was born with a priceless gift, the ability to laugh at the misfortunes of others.

Every laugh is not equal. They come from different places. That’s sort of the challenge I go towards, making sure the laughs are for the reasons I want. It becomes a back and forth dance with the audience.

The most exciting thing I aspire to do is to write something new that I know is going to work, or perform something that I know is going to make people laugh.

A good laugh makes any interview, or any conversation, so much better.

When you’re a young comedian the first thing you want to do is get a laugh.

They want to let the audience figure things out and let the reaction shot get the laugh.