I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.
Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.
What the hell is an oboe?
The job of the critic is to report to us his moods.
I could never quite accustom myself to absinthe, but it suits my style so well
Selfishness is not living your life as you wish to live it. Selfishness is wanting others to live their lives as you wish them to.