A pessimist is somebody who complains about the noise when opportunity knocks.

You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.

A true artist takes no notice whatever of the public. The public to him are non-existent.

Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window.

It is perfectly possible to get what you think you want and be miserable. It's possible too, to never get it but deeply enjoy the process of trying. In this world, there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

I never approve, or disapprove, of anything now. It is an absurd attitude to take towards life.

I am afraid he has one of those terribly weak natures that are susceptible to influence.