I am a Communist, certainly, but that doesn't mean I have to make films about the wheat harvest.

My father wanted me to be a pharmacist like himself. He had been a doctor, but he no longer believed in medicine; so he became a pharmacist, but he believed in that hardly more.

You have to accept the fact that sometimes you are the pigeon, and sometimes you are the statue.

There is no new wave, only the sea.

I love mirrors. They let one pass through the surface of things.

A woman is subject matter enough.

We live in an era where pizzas show up faster than the police.

You make a film to distract people, to interest them, perhaps to make them think, perhaps to help them be a little less naive, a little better than they were.

Some colors are very difficult to render, and you must compensate to get the color you want on the screen.

Stupidity is infinitely more fascinating that intelligence. Intelligence has its limits while stupidity has none.

I'm not pessimistic about people in general, but only about the way they live.

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

Good intentions, regular worship, Bible study, do not prevent blindness. Part of our sinful nature instinctively chooses to see what we want to see and to ignore what we want to ignore.

The big problem with power, of course, is obsession. Once you get some of it and feel it, it dominates your whole life and it's all you can think about. That doesn't have to happen.

I'm not a computer guy. I have my Smith Corona. I would know nothing about computers.

The best philanthropy is constantly in search of the finalities-a search for a cause, an attempt to cure evils at their source.

The only other series I worked on a regular basis was Benson, and that was a sitcom, so there really wasn't a chance to go deeply into the characters.

When someone picks up one of my songs and records it, I'm a flattered man, it's a blessing to me

There was a day when I liked writing letters -- it has gone. Unfortunately the passion for getting them remains.

Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

No one ever approaches perfection except by stealth, and unknown to themselves.