It's not that I'm so clever, it is that others are so stupid.

It is clear that a novel cannot be too bad to be worth publishing. . . . It certainly is possible for a novel to be too good to be worth publishing.

When the world goes mad, one must accept madness as sanity; since sanity is, in the last analysis, nothing but the madness on which the whole world happens to agree.

I must have been an insufferable child; all children are.

A photographer is like a cod, which produces a million eggs in order that one may reach maturity.

History, sir, will tell lies as usual.

I was taught when I was young that if people would only love one another, all would be well with the world. I found when I tried to put that into practice, not only were other people seldom lovable but I wasn't very lovable myself.