Artists, like the Greek gods, are only revealed to one another.

The trouble with the lower classes is that they lack the sense of tragedy given to them by the upper classes.

I prefer women with a past. They're always so damned amusing to talk to.

Art never expresses anything but itself.

To be good, according to the vulgar standard of goodness, is obviously quite easy. It merely requires a certain amount of sordid terror, a certain lack of imaginative thought, and a certain low passion for middle-class respectability.

However, it is always nice to be expected, and not to arrive.

The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. To test Reality we must see it on the tight-rope.