In moderating, not satisfying desires, lies peace.

Out of the seventy movies I've written some ten of them were not entirely waste product.

Love is the magician that pulls him out of his own hat.

The movies are an eruption of trash that has lamed the American mind and retarded Americans from becoming cultured people.

Out of the thousand writers huffing and puffing through movieland there are scarcely fifty men and women of wit or talent. The rest of the fraternity is deadwood. Yet, in a curious way, there is not much difference between the product of a good writer and a bad one. They both have to toe the same mark.

He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.

Movies are one of the bad habits that have corrupted our century. They have slipped into the American mind more misinformation in one evening than the Dark Ages could muster in a decade.