I've been coming back like a rubber ball for years.

I keep going because if you stop, you stop. Why retire? Inspire.

You always pass failure on the way to success.

Dont retire - inspire...Theres a lot to be done

Always get married in the morning. That way if it doesn't work out, you haven't wasted the whole day.

Look, I come from vaudeville, I come from burlesque, I come from heartaches, I come from sadness, I come from gladness, I come from work and sweat and respect for the craft.

I hear Jerry Falwell every Sunday here talking about the devil and Hollywood. . . . I'm gonna write him a letter. Hollywood wasn't built on filth and dirt - it was built on talent.

I don't regret anything I've ever done. I only wish I could have done more.

Life is an infiltration course. We all try and get through it. We all try and get through it unscathed - maybe not hurt, not bruised. No bones broken, maybe a few hearts here and there.

And that's the way I have always lived, for the laughs – today. N-O-W. No Other Way.

Someone once asked me what I want on my epitaph when I pass away. Just the words 'I tried.' That's what this game of life is all about. Trying. There's the tryers, the criers, and the liars.

A flower teaches us how to love.

I think... the most brilliant thing about being a writer is that if you don't like the way the world is, you can create your own.

We have to protect our inner cities, because African-American communities are being decimated by crime, decimated.

Why you? Because there is no one better. Why now? Because tomorrow isn't soon enough.

Oh, figures!' answered Ned. 'You can make figures do whatever you want.

Because we're old as sh*t. What do you want?

By bringing the past into the present, we create a future just like the past. By letting the past go, we make room for miracles.

It is what we make out of what we have, not what we are given, that separates one person from another.

What makes you different is what makes you beautiful

Happy he whoe'er, content with the common lot, with safe breeze hugs the shore, and, fearing to trust his skiff to the wider sea, with unambitious oar keeps close to the land.