I don't care what the newspapers say about me as long as they spell my name right.

The noblest art is that of making others happy

Fortune always favors the brave, and never helps a man who does not help himself.

How were the receipts today in Madison Square Garden ?

No man ever went broke overestimating the ignorance of the American public.

The common man, no matter how sharp and tough, actually enjoys having the wool pulled over his eyes, and makes it easier for the puller.

You can fool most of the people most of the time.

To me there is no picture so beautiful as smiling, bright-eyed, happy children; no music so sweet as their clear and ringing laughter.

Money is good for nothing unless you know the value of it by experience.

Money is in some respects like fire; it is a very excellent servant but a terrible master.

When a man is in the right path, he must persevere.

Lost is not a place. It's a soul in paralysis... waiting to feel moved.

Don't be discourage by your problems.Let your passion and dreams inspired you to keep moving forward.

To reach a port we must set sail –Sail, not tie at anchorSail, not drift.

Every one should keep a mental wastepaper basket and the older he grows the more things he will consign to it-torn up to irrecoverable tatters.

There is a wealth of unexpressed love in the world. It is one of the chief causes of sorrow evoked by death: what might have been said or might have been done that never can be said or done.

God is glorified, not by our groans, but our thanksgivings; and all good thought and good action claim a natural alliance with good cheer.

Stravinsky is masterly: his harmony is conceived so precisely that it can only be the way it is.

It is not on the pinnacle of success and ease where men and women grow most. It is often down in the valley of heartache and disappointment and reverses where men and women grow.

Working at BBC, at the head of one of the top dramas, is a tradition for great actors.

... is there anything more unjust than to build gold and brass and iron on poor, well-meaning clay, -- and then blame the clay when the whole image falls into dust?