I am quite incapable of understanding how any work of art can be criticized from a moral standpoint. The sphere of art and the sphere of ethics are absolutely distinct and separate.

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go.

The only thing that the artist cannot see is the obvious. The only thing that the public can see is the obvious.

The mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing. It is like a bric-à-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with everything priced above its proper value.

I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

Live the wonderful life that is in you.