My father's nature turned out no waste product; he had none of that useless stuff in him that lies in heaps near factories. He took his own happiness with him.

Symbols are the imaginative signposts of life.

[To Jean Harlow, who repeatedly mispronounced her first name:] No, no, Jean. The t is silent, as in Harlow.

My sort of looks are of the kind that bore me when I see them on other people.

The Almighty is a wonderful handicapper: He will not give us everything.

Too much brilliance has its disadvantages, and misplaced wit may raise a laugh, but often beheads a topic of profound interest.

It is not dying, but living, that is a preparation for Death.