To think that spring had depended/On merely this, a look, a kiss/To think that something so splendid/Could slip away in one little daybreak . . . .

He laurelled me one day, With a poem everlasting; A Spring Kiss sweet and lasting.

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.

I'm supposed to have a Ph.D. on the subject of women. But the truth is I've flunked more often than not. I'm very fond of women; I admire them. But, like all men, I don't understand them.

You gotta love livin', baby, 'cause dyin' is a pain in the ass.

Dare to wear the foolish clown face.