All truly great art is propaganda.

All life goes in a circle, around and around, you started at one place, and then came right back to it again.

Everything you ever had, everything you ever lost. It's all there in the trumpet--pain and hate and trouble and peace and quiet and love.

Sometimes I look at my own movies

Folks differs, dearie. They differs a lot. Some can stand things that others can't. There's never no way of knowin' how much they can stand.

All truly great art is propaganda.

A man hasn't got a corner on virtue just because his shoes are shined.