The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
worms are the words but joy's the voice
What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way.
A pretty girl who is naked / is worth a million statues