every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.

Then there was a man who said, 'I never knew what real happiness was until I got married; by then it was too late'

I love to talk about nothing. It's the only thing I know anything about.

Don't use big words. They mean so little.

The face of the enemy frightens me only when I see how much it resembles me

Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?

Life is one fool thing after another whereas love is two fool things after each other.