The only good government... Is a bad one in a hell of a fright.

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

Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends. Like waves to make the pebbles dance on my old floors. And turn them into rubies and jacinths; or at any rate, good imitations.

Funeral expenses are the curse of the poor everywhere on earth, they are wasteful and unnecessary, they are the price of foolish ostentation and a display that is less an evidence of grief than a vulgar travesty of those pompous obsequies where no grief is.

I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is coming to give it back, I have no right to complain.

Reality is a narrow little house which becomes a prison to those who can't get out of it.

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