I'm an enormously talented man, and there's no use pretending that I'm not.

It's like this, dear boy, the one in front is blind and the kind one behind is pushing him.

My body has certainly wandered a good deal, but I have an uneasy suspicion that my mind has not wandered enough.

Everybody worships me, it's nauseating.

The pleasures that once were heaven look silly at sixty-seven.

I have always been very fond of them (drama critics) . . . I think it is so frightfully clever of them to go night after night to the theatre and know so little about it.

How was your flight? Well, aeronautically it was a great success. Socially, it left quite a bit to be desired.