I can't remember a time when I wasn't singing.

I never wanted to set the world on fire. So I never had to burn any bridges behind me.

Trouble is a part of life, and if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you enough chance to love you enough.

I earn and pay my own way as a great many women do today. Why should unmarried women be discriminated against - unmarried men are not.

I'd like people to remember that I really tried everything within my range of reality. And that whatever I did, I did with all my heart.

Tennis is like a wonderful, longstanding relationship with a husband. Golf is a tempestuous, lousy lover; it's totally unpredicatable, a constant surprise.

Trouble is part of your life

And I've never taken up a sport just because it was a social fad.

It's a faithless love, but you hit four good shots and you've started your day right.

When I was four or five, my father had a general store in Winchester and I don't think the farmers could ever leave on Saturday afternoon until I had been placed up on the counter to sing.

Bing Crosby sings like all people think they sing in the shower.

A successful marriage requires falling in love many times -- always with the same person.

I wanted to give you everything, to withhold nothing from you, but then one day there was nothing left to give.

For men must work and women must weep, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep.

So often when Black men have to play roles on TV, we're either the noble savage or we're completely a savage, and there's no nuance.

I always write the best that I can. And I won't publish it until I have done it right.

Real life doesn't have to suck.

My odyssey to become an astronaut kind of started in grad school, and I was working, up at MIT, in space robotics-related work; human and robot working together.

The cruelest prison of all is the prison of the mind.

Why aren't more gems from our great authors scattered over the country? Great books aren't within everybody's reach.

Had I lived in Palestine, in the days of Jesus of Nazareth, I would have washed his feet, not with my tears, but with my heart's blood!