Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves.

Like, if I'm not for me, then fer shure, like who will be? And if, y'know, if I'm not like fer anyone else, then hey, I mean, what am I? And if not now, like I dunno, maybe like when? And if not Who, then I dunno, maybe like the Rolling Stones?

We have art that we do not die of the truth.

Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.

We were so poor we couldn't afford a watchdog. If we heard a noise at night, we'd bark ourselves.

I know not how I came into this, shall I call it a dying life or a living death?

"You boys lookin' for trouble?" "Sure. Whaddya got?"

Nothing will dispel enthusiasm like a small admission fee.

Business will be either better or worse.

It is annoying to be honest to no purpose.

For every bloke who makes his mark, there's half a dozen waiting to rub it out.

Everybody likes a kidder, but nobody lends him money.

Wait for that wisest of all counselors, Time.

Let's say your wedding ring falls into your toaster, and when you stick your hand in to retrieve it, you suffer Pain and Suffering as well as Mental Anguish. You would sue: * The toaster manufacturer, for failure to include, in the instructions

Among all savage beasts, none is found so harmful as woman.

Zero Mostel: That's it baby! When you got it, flaunt it! Flaunt it!

If I could reach, I'd never leave the house.