A perfect God is the creation of a conceited man

An old mans memories, like his bones, grow sharp with age and show their true shapes.

All art is bad, but modern art is the worst.

Of all things I find most unbearable is the injustice of one generation to another.

A foul-mouthed oaf, a drunken laborer lying in a drain, a beaten wife with blackened eyes and torn clothes, cannot be made romantic to a child who sees how other children suffer from bad-tempered parents, from drunken fathers to termagant mothers.

Remember I'm an artist. And you know what that means in a court of law. Next worst to an actress

Old men when they begin to hear the last trumpet, on the morning breeze, often have a kind of absent-minded smile; like people listening. And their smiles are just politeness.