The capacity to suffer varies more than anything that I have observed in human nature.

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

I have always wanted to be a man, if only for the reason that I would like to have gauged the value of my intellect.

I do not say I was ever what I would call "plain," but I have the sort of face that bores me when I see it on other people.

Truthfulness with me is hardly a virtue. I cannot discriminate between truths that and those that don't need to be told.

There is nothing more perplexing in life than to know at what point you should surrender your intellect to your faith.

I have been devoured all my life by an incurable and burning impatience: and to this day find all oratory, biography, operas, films, plays, books, and persons, too long.