Last night I walked clear down to Times Square & just as I arrived I suddenly realized I was a ghost - it was my ghost walking on the sidewalk.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

I suddenly began to realize that everybody in America is a natural-born thief.

Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.

Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.

I'd rather be thin than famous but I'm fat paste that in your broadway show

You guys are going somewhere or just going?