Every artist is an unhappy lover.

... half the world starves. What a planet. And the eating, if you're lucky enough to do any. Stuffing pieces of dead animals into a hole in your face. Then munch, munch, munch. If there's anybody watching, they must be dying of laughter.

Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.

Jealousy comes from self-love rather than from true love.

A death is the most terrible of facts.

emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. this is why all the world is a stage.

Yes, of course, there's something fishy about describing people's feelings. You try hard to be accurate, but as soon as you start to define such and such a feeling, language lets you down. It's really a machine for making falsehoods. When we really speak the truth, words are insufficient. Almost everything except things like "pass the gravy" is a lie of a sort. And that being the case, I shall shut up. Oh, and... pass the gravy.