Perhaps The Saddest Irony Of Depression Is

I Have A Disturbing Problem With Losing Things. My Vulnerability To Loss-distress Could Properly Be Labeled Not Only Inordinate, But Neurotic.

Great Humorists Are Great Insulters.

Coming Up Through The Ranks Of Any Calling Can Be Rough, But That Battered Soul Who Survives The Early Years Of Courting The Comic Muse Comes Close To Knowing What Only The Soldier Knows: What Combat Is Like.

My Iq Is Somewhere Between Spiro Agnew's And Albert Einstein's.

I Had To Fight The Intellectual Label When I Started In Television, Because, First Of All, It's Not Going To Help You Commercially, And Also, It Wasn't Particularly True Of Me. I Mean, If Anybody Thought I Was An Intellectual, They Probably Had Never Really Seen One.