“That is all there is in life – beauty. You find that and you have found everything.”

Acting essentially requires feeling.

My happiest days are those in which I do good work.

I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.

Let us try to understand each other’s problems, for in modern warfare there is no victory.

We think too much and feel too little.

People’s affection hurts me but it’s a beautiful pain.

One cannot do humour without a great sympathy for one’s fellow man.

What a sad business, being funny.

Simplicity is not a simple thing.

Let’s call them years of a friendly misalliance.

The world cannot be wrong if in this world there’s you.

My costume helps me to express my conception of the average man, of almost any man, of myself.

I remain just one thing, and one thing only, and that is a clown. It places me on a far higher plane than any politician.

I am an artist. I am interested in life.

I see no tragedy in the loneliness of old age, only the convenience of it.

Art was an additional emotion applied to skillful technique.

I have found that pain has a habit of planting roots in beautiful hearts.

Look into her soul, she is way more beautiful than these pretty faces.

I just hope that when I die my body is full of scars telling a beautiful life.

She is strong and soft, loyal and beautiful. She knows her worth and is courageous to the end. She has no regrets, because she’s learned her lessons, and loves herself.

I can’t even begin to explain how grateful I am to have such beautiful and inspiring people in my life.

I revel in the solace found when gold rays caress your sleeping face. Blissfully unaware of the beauty they’re revealing.

A cherry blossom refusing to bow to the seasons; fighting off frozen winds fiercely, for it knows the power held in the beauty, of its bloom.

There is no exquisite beauty, without some strangeness in the proportion.