My brother and I were meditating before we were 6 years old, having to stare at the wall and chant.

There was no last animal I treated. When young farm lads started to help me over the gate into a field or a pigpen, to make sure the old fellow wouldn't fall, I started to consider retiring.

It's that wonderful old-fashioned idea that others come first and you come second. This was the whole ethic by which I was brought up. Others matter more than you do, so 'don't fuss, dear; get on with it.'

I never forget my old days and I never fly too high I have my feet fixed firmly on the ground!

It brings up happy old days when I was only a farmer and not an agriculturist.

It couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York.

Know what the old masters did. Know how they composed their pictures, but do not fall into the conventions they established. These conventions were right for them, and they are wonderful. They made their language. You make yours. All the past can help you.

I wish they'd had electric guitars in cotton fields back in the good old days. A whole lot of things would've been straightened out.

When I first went to New York I was right out of high school, I was 17 years old, and I had never seen a building over two stories high.

I'm not that old, and I haven't lived a life so far from the ordinary, really.

Why should anybody be interested in some old man who was a failure?

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.

Whatever success I may have attained is due to the fact that since I was old enough to work at all, my ambition has never deserted me.

Most women are indulgent of themselves. This is a mistake. It should be only the reward of old age.

Actually, my parents were separated by the time I was about 2 years old.