The defining function of the artist is to cherish consciousness.

Classic art was the art of necessity: modern romantic art bears the stamp of caprice and chance.

Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails. And a tail is an awkward thing to laugh with, as you can see by the way they bend themselves half double in extreme hilarity trying to get that rear-end exuberance forward into the main scene of action. What puts man on a higher stage of evolution is that he has got his laugh on the right end.

I don't know why it is we are in such a hurry to get up when we fall down. You might think we would lie there and rest for a while.

It is the ability to take a joke, not make one, that proves you have a sense of humor.

There is truth in the high opinion that in so far as a man conforms, he ceases to exist.

Dogs laugh, but they laugh with their tails.