I Am A Thing Of Beauty.

I've Been A Puppet, A Pauper, A Pirate, A Poet, A Pawn And A King I've Been Up And Down And Over And Out And I Know One Thing Each Time I Find Myself Flat On My Face I Pick Myself Up And Get Back In The Race

I Said To Mr. Pavarotti Once ... A Marvelous Man And A Great Artist ... I Said To Him ... "maestro, I'm Having Trouble Closing Out A Note So That It's Almost As Thin As A Butter Knife ... Finish It Out Quietly Like That." I Said, "i Have Trouble Doing That. What Do You Think I Should Do?" He Said, "justa Close Up Your Mouth." That's All He Said, And I Fell On The Floor. I Thought He Was Gonna Give Me A Dissertation.

A Man Doesn't Know What Happiness Is Until He's Married. By Then It's Too Late.

I've Always Had A Theory That Whenever Guys And Gals Start Swinging, They Begin To Lose Interest In Conquering The World. They Just Want A Comfortable Pad And Stereo And Wheels, And Their Thoughts Turn To The Good Things Of Life - Not To War. They Loosen Up, They Live And They're More Apt To Let Live.

There Are Things About Organized Religion Which I Resent. Christ Is Revered As The Prince Of Peace, But More Blood Has Been Shed In His Name Than Any Other Figure In History. You Show Me One Step Forward In The Name Of Religion, And I'll Show You A Hundred Retrogressions…i'm For Decency—period. I'm For Anything And Everything That Bodes Love And Consideration For My Fellow Man. But When Lip Service To Some Mysterious Deity Permits Bestiality On Wednesday And Absolution On Sunday—count Me Out.