I find more and more that I am a man of the 1920s. I still expect something exciting. Drinks, animated conversation, gaiety: the uninhibited exchange of ideas.

Keep going; never stop; sit tight; Read something luminous at night.

There is nothing more demoralizing than a small but adequate income.

I really can't stand any more to pay for a burst of animation when someone comes in for drinks with a depressed and low-keyed next day, in which I have to go around on my hands and knees.

Every work of art is a trick by which the artist manipulates appearances.

The human imagination has already come to conceive the possibility of recreating human society.

The most immoral and disgraceful and dangerous thing that anybody can do in the arts is knowingly to feed back to the public its own ignorance and cheap tastes.