When I finish playing football, I would like to work with kids and sleep!
Superstition is the spleen of the soul.
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue
The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.
Life is better than death. But death comes eventually to everyone. It is something which many in their prime may prefer not to think about. But at 89, I see no point in avoiding the question. What concerns me is: How do I go? Will the end comes swiftly, with a stroke in one of the coronary arteries? Or will it be a stroke in the mind that lays me out in bed for months, semi-comatose? Of the two, I prefer the quick one.
I hate talking about music, to tell you the truth.
Society was nothing but a long, dull dinner party conversation in which one was forced to speak to one's partner on both the left and the right.
I like people with big talents and small neuroses - not always an easy combination to find. I've discovered that if the neurosis is too big, it diminishes the talent and you wind up working too hard for what you get.