There are no fascinating people, only their works are fascinating.

Sooner or later you've heard all your best friends have to say. Then comes the tolerance of real love.

All men are forced into one of two categories: those with eleven fingers and those without.

Intelligence is silence, truth is being invisible. But what a racket I make in declaring this.

Artists, by definition innocent, don't steal. But they do borrow without giving back.

Perfection is no more a requisite to art than to heroes. Frigidaires are perfect. Beauty limps. My frigidaire has had to be replaced.

Why, after all, must everyone like music? That they are missing something is just the lover's opinion.