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

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

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

In the end, everything is a gag.

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.