I suppose that’s one of the ironies of life doing the wrong thing at the right moment.
I went into the business for the money, and the art grew out of it. If people are disillusioned by that remark, I can’t help it. It’s the truth.
That’s the trouble with the world. We all despise ourselves.
Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.
Imagination means nothing without doing.
Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself.
I am at peace with God. My conflict is with Man.
The mirror is my best friend because when I cry it never laughs.
Nothing is permanent in this wicked world – not even our troubles.
I am for people. I can’t help it.
I do not have much patience with a thing of beauty that must be explained to be understood. If it does need additional interpretation by someone other than the creator, then I question whether it has fulfilled its purpose.
Movies are a fad. Audiences really want to see live actors on a stage.
Patriotism is too deep a feeling to depict in the posing for a photograph.
All my pictures are built around the idea of getting in trouble and so giving me the chance to be desperately serious in my attempt to appear as a normal little gentleman.
Why should poetry have to make sense?
The saddest thing I can imagine is to get used to luxury.