I don't believe in convention at all. I do what I have to do to stay alive.

The continued propinquity of another human being cramps the style after a time unless that person is somebody you think you love. Then the burden becomes intolerable at once.

I have to realise that as I am only English and am allowed to live in America, I have to give something in return. And since I cannot build a hospital, or endow a university, I can only give my infinite availability.

That's the only sense in which I've been lucky: I have the kind of face to which cosmetics could be applied.

When asked to give advice, I do of course give it, because I give whatever I am asked to give.

The key is never, never work. Nothing is more aging than work. It's not only the strain of getting up in the morning for work, but it's the resentment that settles on your face

For an introvert his environment is himself and can never be subject to startling or unforeseen change.