Fly Me To The Moon, Let Me

(while Accepting The Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award) I've Been Thinking About Why You Have To Get Famous To Get An Award For Helping Other People...if Your Name Is John Doe, And You Work Night And Day Doing Things For Your Helpless Neighbors, What You Get For Your Effort Is Tired. So, Mr. And Mrs. Doe, And All Of You Who Give Of Yourselves, To Those Who Carry Too Big A Burden To Make It On Their Own, I Want You To Reach Out And Take Your Share Of This...because If I Have Earned It, So Too Have You.

I Would Like To Be Remembered As A Man Who Had A Wonderful Time Living Life, A Man Who Had Good Friends, Fine Family - And I Don't Think I Could Ask For Anything More Than That, Actually.

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.

Rock N' Roll Is The Most Disgusting Form Of Expression, It's Brutal, Malefic, A Pestilential Aphrodisiac, The Preferred Music Of The Delinquents Of The Earth.

Look Down - Look Down That Lonesome Road Before You Travel On