There is something wrong with a work of art if it can be understood by a policeman.

It often occurs to me that we love most what makes us miserable. In my opinion the damned are damned because they enjoy being damned.

On the stem of memory imaginations blossom.

Malice is only another name for mediocrity.

A man is original when he speaks the truth that has always been known to all good men.

Actors are loved because they are unoriginal. Actors stick to their script. The unoriginal man is loved by the mediocrity because this kind of artistic expression is something to which the merest five-eighth can climb.

It is impossible to read the daily press without being diverted from reality. You are full of enthusiasm for the eternal verities - life is worth living, and then out of sinful curiosity you open a newspaper. You are disillusioned and wrecked.