Roger Fry is painting me. It is too like me at present, but he is confident he will be able to alter that. Post-Impressionism is at present confined to my lower lip. . . and to my chin.
The only greatness for man is immortality.
Racing is the only time I feel whole.
I can't let in the light. It will destroy my performance like light destroys film
I also became close to nature, and am now able to appreciate the beauty with which this world is endowed.
I didn't know what to do. How do you tell an eight-year-old boy his mother's going to die? I tried. In my own stumbling way I tried to prepare Jim for it. Nowadays, he lives in a world we don't understand too well, the actor's world. We don't see too much of him. But he's a good boy, my Jim. A good boy, and I'm very proud of him. Not easy to understand, no sir. He's not easy to understand. But he's all man, and he'll make his mark. Mind you, my boy will make his mark.
If I can keep this up and nothing interferes with my progress, one of these days I might be able to contribute something to the world.
To get at the truth of your calling, you have to crack open that false self and see what lies within.
Truly environmentalism has displaced economics as the dismal science.
We feel that we have to be right so that we can feel good. . . The whole right and wrong business closes us down and makes our world smaller.
I don't build in order to have clients. I have clients in order to build.