“My only enemy is time.”

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.

Imagination means nothing without doing.

Deep down we all have a sense of our own inadequacy about coping with life.

The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way.

Think about yourself at least once in your life otherwise you may miss the best comedy in this world.

No, painting is not interior decoration. It is an instrument of war for attack and defense against the enemy.

Good taste is the enemy of creativity.

To fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy’s resistance without fighting.

When the enemy is relaxed, make them toil. When full, starve them. When settled, make them move.

The spot where we intend to fight must not be made known; for then the enemy will have to prepare against a possible attack at several different points.

The enemy will try to poison you with doubt, poison you with fear, poison you with insecurity. That poison cannot keep you from your destiny.

Dress like you are going to meet your worst enemy today.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.