You never get bored ... when you have the probabilities of your next meal to speculate on, pro and con.

We are living at a time when creeds and ideologies vary and clash. But the gospel of human sympathy is universal and eternal.

The ordinary run of advertising is nothing more than an effort to sell something by yelling in print.

Ignorance and credulous hope make the market for most proprietary remedies.

Anything is easy to the man who sees.... The open eye of the open mind--that has more to do with real detective work than all the deduction and induction and analysis ever devised.

The path of the pursuer and the prey often run obscurely parallel.

Shut your eyes to the medical columns of the newspapers, and you will save yourself many forebodings and symptoms.

Work won't do me any good ... I've tried it, and it bored me worse than the other thing.

Boredom is simply romanticism with a morning-after thirst.

Printer's ink, when it spells out a doctor's promise to cure, is one of the subtlest and most dangerous of poisons.

With the exception of lawyers, there is no profession which, considers itself above the law so widely as the medical profession.

Oh, the truth I must tellIs I'm lonely as hellStill looking for myself

The closest I ever came to a near death experience was living in LA.

Now I will burn you back, I will burn you through, Though I am damned for it we two will lieAnd burn, here where the starlings fly

I set up situations that involve abandoning control and finding out what happens.

Treasures are no longer to be got by instrumental art.

How often it is a small, almost unconscious event that makes a turning point.

I think that standup has always been an acquired taste and there was always only a handful of performers that were really inspired.

That’s the worst way to miss somebody. When they’re right beside you and you miss them anyway.

Maybe you won't find a place where you fit in for a very long time, but you eventually will.

Reverie is the groundwork of creative imagination; it is the privilege of the artist that with him it is not as with other men an escape from reality, but the means by which he accedes to it.