Who am I to judge is what I say. I'm 90 years old, for crying out loud, and I don't sit in any chariot.

Italians are fantastic people, really. They can work you over in an alley while singing an opera.

No matter where you go in this world, you will always find a Jew sitting in the beach chair next to you.

I think if I took therapy, the doctor would quit. He'd just pick up the couch and walk out of the room.

When you enter a room, you have to kiss his ring. I don't mind, but he has it in his back pocket.

When you stand alone and sell yourself, you can't please everyone. But when you're different, you can last.

Who picks your clothes - Stevie Wonder?

I always rib people, but nobody ever gives me a hard time. I don't know why. Maybe they're afraid of what I might say. There's probably a lesson in that somewhere, but I don't know what it is.

Yeah, I make fun of blacks, and why not? I'm not a black.

I used to play golf. I wanted to be a better player, but after a while I realized I'd always stink. And that's when I really started to enjoy the game.

Some people say funny things - but I say things funny.

The greatest untold story is the evolution of God.

She burns like the sunBeautiful when she comes undoneNo restraintsPure passion flowing through her veinsMadness refusing to be tamed.

You see that old woman? That will never happen to you. You will never grow old, and you will never die.And it means something else too, doesn't it? I shall never ever grow up.

Normal day let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you love you bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.

No matter who you are, you will be put abed at last with a shovel.

It is like living in a wilderness of mirrors. No fact goes unchallenged.

From a very early age, as far back as I can remember, I always played sports.

I understand Hitler... I sympathise with him a little bit.

The Christian truth is attractive and persuasive because it responds to humanity's deepest needs.

The culture of comfort, which makes us think only of ourselves, makes us insensitive to the cries of other people.