Newman's First Law: It Is Useless To

I Picture My Epitaph: 'here Lies Paul Newman, Who Died A Failure Because His Eyes Turned Brown.

I Started My Career Giving A Clinic In Bad Acting In The Film, "the Silver Chalice," And Now I'm Playing A Crusty Old Man Who's An Animated Automobile [in "cars"]. That's A Creative Arc For You, Isn't It?

Now Then, If We Were To Go The Lowest Road And Plaster My Face On The Bottle Of Oil And Vinegar Dressing Just To Line Our Pockets, It Would Sink. But To Go The Low Road To Get To The High Road- Shameless Exploitation For Charity, For The Common Good- Now That's An Idea Worth The Hustle, A Reciprocal Trade Agreement.

I Find It Hard To Believe That Anyone Could Be So Curious About Me That They Would Want To Read That I Wear Underwear Shorts With Green Polka Dots On Them.

Those With A Moral Deficit Put On A Good Show, And Sleep Like A Baby.