Las Vegas: It Was Not Cafe Society,

The Theatre Should Be Treated With Respect. The Theatre Is A Wonderful Place, A House Of Strange Enchantment, A Temple Of Illusion. What It Most Emphatically Is Not And Never Will Be Is A Scruffy, Ill-lit, Fumed-oak Drill Hall Serving As A Temporary Soap Box For Political Propaganda.

If You Must Have Motivation, Think Of Your Paycheck On Friday.

Fifty-four Years Of Love And Tenderness And Crossness And Devotion And Unswerving Loyalty. Without Her I Could Have Achieved A Quarter Of What I Have Achieved, Not Only In Terms Of Success And Career, But In Terms Of Personal Happiness.

I'm An Enormously Talented Man, And There's No Use Pretending That I'm Not.

There Isn't A Particle Of You That I Don't Know, Remember, And Want.