Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched.

Oh, don't cough, Ernest. When one is dictating one should speak fluently and not cough. Besides, I don't know how to spell a cough.

We live in the age of the overworked and the undereducated.

Life is not complex. We are complex. Life is simple, and the simple thing is the right thing.

Ridicule is the tribute paid to the genius by the mediocrities.

The Book of Life begins with a man and a woman in a garden. It ends with Revelations.

All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself.