The possession of a book becomes a substitute for reading it.

You needn't take it any further, sir. You've proved to me that all this ultraviolence and killing is wrong, wrong, and terribly wrong. I've learned me lesson, sir. I've seen now what I've never seen before. I'm cured! Praise Bog! I'm cured!

But what I do I do because I like to do.

Women thrive on novelty and are easy meat for the commerce of fashion. Men prefer old pipes and torn jackets.

I conclude that there is as much sense in nonsense as there is nonsense in sense.

Art is rare and sacred and hard work, and there ought to be a wall of fire around it.

Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.