I'm concerned about the insidious influence of the media's bad messages that undermine the lessons parents try to instill in their sons and daughters.

A farce, or slapstick humor, does well universally.

Find people who share your values, and you'll conquer the world together.

But from what I can see all around me today, that America is fading fast, if it's not already gone.

When I go to the garage to pick up my clubs, I clean the spider webs off.

Sure, the comedians who swear or use scatological humor can get laughs, but they're uncomfortable laughs.

Calvin: I'm a genius, but I'm a misunderstood genius. Hobbes: What's misunderstood about you? Calvin: Nobody thinks I'm a genius. Corfu? It's just a poor man's Pensacola.

Diabetes affects my family. One of my kids is affected by it.

After all, at end of the day, when you're breathing your last, it's not your producer, director, or cast mates by your bedside; it's your children. Keep that in mind.

I have been raising money for the past 14 years for diabetes research.

There are times over different projects when I've asked the writers why people are swearing for no good reason. I tell them that it would be funnier if there weren't these swear words.

God only knows the torment of the suffering soul and only he can take away the pain.

If letting go, if letting people and things work themselves out in the way that they needed to without your help was the most important thing, then it was also the hardest.

You may think the president is all-powerful, but he is not. He needs a lot of guidance from the Lord.

Being a father, being a friend, those are the things that make me feel successful.

My family, my friends, and skiing... thats it for me, thats my life. The joy I get from skiing, thats worth dying for.

If at first you don't succeed, keep on sucking till you do succeed.

Obama gets his identity and his ideology from his father.

When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.

When I die of heart failure the next time you frighten me like that, you can put that on my gravestone —‘I didn’t mean to startle her

The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.