The poverty from which I have suffered could be diagnosed as 'Soho' poverty. It comes from having the airs and graces of a genius and no talent.

Nothing shortens a journey so pleasantly as an account of misfortunes at which the hearer is permitted to laugh.

I simply haven't the nerve to imagine a being, a force, a cause which keeps the planets revolving in their orbits and then suddenly stops in order to give me a bicycle with three speeds.

Talent does what it can, and genius does what it must.

Talent does whatever it wants to do.... Genius does only what it can.

When coming to the end of an interview: 'You must stop this interview now as I have come to end of my personality'.