Tomorrow is nothing today is too late the good lived yesterday.

I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.

The soles of Neil Armstrong's boots on the moon made permanent impressions on our souls and in our national psyche. Ann and I watched those steps together on her parent's sofa. Like all Americans we went to bed that night knowing we lived in the greatest country in the history of the world. God bless Neil Armstrong.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

I keep dreaming of a future a future with a long and healthy life not lived in the shadow of cancer but in the light.

I don't think I was funny until college. I lived with some Harvard MD/PhD students - they were so smart and what I contributed to the house was I was the funny one.

When I was a little kid I wrote this play about all these characters living in a haunted house. There was a witch who lived there and a mummy. When they were all hassling him this guy who bought the house - I can't believe I remember this - he said to them 'Who's paying the mortgage on this haunted house?' I thought that was really funny.

Because if you lived as I did several years under Nazi totalitarianism and then 20 years in communist totalitarianism you would certainly realize how precious freedom is and how easy it is to lose your freedom.

No one who has lived even for a fleeting moment for something other than life in its conventional sense and has experienced the exaltation that this feeling produces can then renounce his new freedom so easily.

Every tyrant who has lived has believed in freedom for himself.