The mirror is my best friend because when I cry it never laughs.

In the end, everything is a gag.

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.

Life can be wonderful if you’re not afraid of it. All it takes is courage, imagination … and a little dough.

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.

To help a friend in need is easy, but to give him your time is not always opportune.