Wrinkles will only go where the smiles have been.

I have always looked at life as a voyage, mostly wonderful, sometimes frightening. In my family and friends I have discovered treasure more valuable than gold.

Sail the main course in a simple sturdy craft. Keep her well stocked with short stories and long laughs. Go fast enough to get there but slow enough to see. Moderation seems to be the key.

It's those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same. With all of our running and all of our cunning, if we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.

If there’s a heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached.

Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder, So I can't look back for too long. There's just too much to see waiting in front of me, and I know that I just can't go wrong.

Go fast enough to get there, but slow enough to see.

Be yourself, be pleasant, play hard and have no regrets.

We got to roll with the punches, play all of our hunches, make the best of whatever comes your way. Forget that blind ambition, learn to trust your intuition - plowing straight ahead, come what may.

With you, I would walk anywhere

later down the road of life, i made the discovery that salt water was also good for the mental abrasions one inevitably acquires on land.

Nothing stands still, except in our memory.

What could he be thinking of? He seemed to be trying to remember something, perhaps an engagement, perhaps an excuse to leave her. For eventually, they all made some excuse.

Like the he-man movie stars who turn out to be queer . . . or the silent-film actors whose voices sound terrible recorded--the audience only wants a limited amount of honesty. [ellipses original]

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

I got locked into a tradition [at Cambridge] of doing comedy.

Find a man with both feet firmly on the ground and you've found a man about to make a difficult putt.

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

I've been doing interviews for years, and in all that time, I've virtually never read one and gone, 'Yep, factually and tonally that's exactly what happened.' Pretty much never.

The fact is that as soon as they reach Baghdad gates, we will besiege them and slaughter them.

Man is one; and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each other's rights and wrongs; thus are we men.