In the light of our egos, we are all dethroned monarchs

So when I cease to be I want to go back...to the sea! Oh for the life of a sardine! That is the life for me!

Friends have asked how I came to engender this American antagonism. My prodigious sin was, and still is, being a non-conformist. Although I am not a Communist I refused to fall in line by hating them. Secondly, I was opposed to the Committee on Un-American Activities - a dishonest phrase to begin with, elastic enough to wrap around the throat and strangle the voice of any American citizen whose honest opinion is a minority of one.

Laughter is the tonic, the relief, the surcease for pain.

Man as an individual is a genius. But men in the mass form the headless monster, a great, brutish idiot that goes where prodded.

I hate the sight of blood, but it's in my veins.

Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.