What is an artist? He's a man who has antennae, who knows how to hook up to the currents which are in atmosphere, in the cosmos.

On the meridian of time, there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama.

You can travel fifty thousand miles in America without once tasting a piece of good bread.

Life's wildest moment---she kneels on the sidewalk. Everything else she does is lies, lies.

Fame is an illusive thing - here today, gone tomorrow. The fickle, shallow mob raises its heroes to the pinnacle of approval today and hurls them into oblivion tomorrow at the slightest whim; cheers today, hisses tomorrow; utter forgetfulness in a few months.

The full and joyful acceptance of the worst in oneself may be the only sure way of transforming it.

Keep your libraries, your penal institutions, your insaneasylums... give me beer.You think man needs rule, he needs beer. The world does not need morals, it needs beer... The souls of men have been fed with indigestibles, but the soul could make use of beer.