Edgar Bergen

But Charlie, Charlie, how can we ever really know anything? Charlie, what or who is God?

You find out your mistakes from an audience that pays admission.

Show me where Stalin is buried and I'll show you a Communist Plot.

Don't listen to anybody. Nobody knows the magic bullet. If they did, they'd sell it and make a fortune. Follow your gut. Follow your instincts. Every once in a while, take a chance.

My first career ambitions involved turning into a boy; I intended to be either a railway guard or a knight errant.