Bob Hope like Mark Twain had a sense of humor that was uniquely American and like Twain we'll likely not see another like him.

When you meet someone new who instantly gets you your sense of humor and your attitudes and your worldview even if theirs are different - and you get them in return. You both talk and talk and agree and laugh and nod and yes yes of course you should get another round of drinks.

You see that's another thing that my parents gave me: an enormously great sense of humor.

The satirist shoots to kill while the humorist brings his prey back alive and eventually releases him again for another chance.

Humor is just another defense against the universe.

I think it's impossible to judge whether another person should come out. You just hope they will on their own time and their own terms.

I hope to one day co-sign a lease with another person but well it doesn't plague me that I have yet to do so. Put it this way: I've never had to violently tug at my own pillow at 2 A.M. to get myself to stop snoring.

What can you do if a part of it is uphill? You can't work out another route. You've just got to run the one they give you. But they tell me London is a nice course. Even the cobbles I hope are not very much of a problem for me.

I don't know how many good books I still have in me I hope there are another four or five.

The poor prey on one another because their lives offer no hope and communicate the tragic message to these human beings that they have no possibility to attain a decent standard of living.

Logic is one thing the human animal another. You can quite easily propose a logical solution to something and at the same time hope in your heart of hearts it won't work out.

You want to play another kind of character in another genre and it's been something I've been trying to do if I can in the career so far and it's something I hope to continue because it's interesting to me and you get to do different things as an actor.

My favorite fruit is grapes. Because with grapes you always get another chance. 'Cause you know if you have a crappy apple or a peach you're stuck with that crappy piece of fruit. But if you have a crappy grape no problem - just move on to the next. 'Grapes: The Fruit of Hope.'

Beware how you take away hope from another human being.

It's like now you're actually complaining because you're making $9 million and guys are making more? If it makes you that upset quit. Leave the game. Go home then and try finding another job that's going to pay you that.

There's only one thing harder than living in a home with an adolescent - and that's being an adolescent. The moodiness the volatility the wholesale lack of impulse control all would be close to clinical conditions if they occurred at another point in life. In adolescence they're just part of the behavioral portfolio.

The silver and black may have another home but the Raiders will always belong to the people of Los Angeles.

We have to judge politicians by their cumulative score. In one innings they make a great catch in another they drop the ball. In one they score a home run in another they strike out. But it is their cumulative batting average that we are interested in.

I feel that I'm at my best as a person and that I'm coming home when I walk on to a set or on to a stage so if I can perform in one way or another I think I'll be okay.

I would like to spend the whole of my life traveling if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend at home.

To this wonderful page in our country's history another more glorious still will be added and the slave shall show at last to his free brothers a sharpened sword forged from the links of his fetters.

Let me tell you never before in the history of this planet has anybody made the progress that African-Americans have made in a 30-year period in spite of many black folks and white folks lying to one another.

It's a struggle but that's why we exist so that another generation of Lesbians of color will not have to invent themselves or their history all over again.

Storytelling in general is a communal act. Throughout human history people would gather around whether by the fire or at a tavern and tell stories. One person would chime in then another maybe someone would repeat a story they heard already but with a different spin. It's a collective process.