Time just gets away from us.

Listen, here's what I'd like to do: I'd like to live in a trailer and play records all night.

You must pay for everything in this world one way and another. There is nothing free except the Grace of God. You cannot earn that or deserve it.

My Master of Arts degree means nothing at all to these monkeys and I have come to share their indifference.

I know what they said even if they would not say it to my face. People love to talk. They love to slander you if you have any substance.

But I had not the strength nor the inclination to bandy words with a drunkard. What have you done when you have bested a fool?

The wicked flee when none pursueth.

As he drank, little brown drops of coffee clung to his mustache like dew. Men will live like billy goats if they are let alone.

Lookin' back is a bad habit.

Nothing I like to do pays well.

If you want anything done right you will have to see to it yourself every time.

No one can be compared with you and so no one can refute this

You earn brotherhood—the purest friendship, trust, love, whatever you want to call it—moment by moment through how you treat others.

I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.

To me, beauty appears when one feels deeply, and art is an act of total attention.

History is littered with people who came up with great ideas and saw others profit from them. You need to make sure you don't join their ranks.

But sons are a different matter to a man. More a duty than an indulgence.

For better or worse, I've always tried to march to my own drum and tell it like it is, while preserving some integrity and style. God, I'm fabulous!

If you had the opportunity and some talent, there was no way you couldn't progress, because it was an open market. There was the advertising world, and there was the documentary world.

Be not miserable about what may happen tomorrow. The same everlasting Father, who cares for you today, will care for you tomorrow.

I just don't like the word 'fun'--it's like Volkswagen, or bell-bottoms, or patchouli-oil or bean-sprouts...it rubs me up the wrong way.