In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares.

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.

We think too much and feel too little.

In the end, everything is a gag.

To me all palaces are preposterous, a tasteless, dreary expression of ostentation.

My prodigious sin was, and still is, being a non-conformist.