We mustn't complain too much of being comedians - it's an honorable profession. If only we could be good ones the world might gain at least a sense of style. We have failed - that's all. We are bad comedians, we aren't bad men.

Perhaps the comparison is closer to the Chinese cook who leaves hardly any part of a duck unserved.

Success is more dangerous than failure, the ripples break over a wider coastline.

Sooner or later... one has to take sides. If one is to remain human.

Failure too is a form of death.

love had turned into "love affair" with a begining and an end.

And there, in that phrase, the bitterness leaks again out of my pen. What a dull lifeless quality this bitterness is. If I could I would write with love, but if I could write with love I would be another man; I would never have lost love.