I sometimes think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability.
Art is rarely intelligible to the criminal classes.
The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.
Conscience makes egotists of us all.
So lets knock a couple back and make some noise
Nowadays we are all of us so hard up that the only pleasant things to pay are compliments. Theyโre the only things we can pay.