I Want Faith; But I Am Faithless

I Had Now Made About 45 Pictures, But What Had I Become? I Knew All Too Well: A Phallic Symbol. All Over The World I Was, As A Name And Personality, Equated With Sex.

I Allow Myself To Be Understood As A Colorful Fragment In A Drab World.

The Public Has Always Expected Me To Be A Playboy, And A Decent Chap Never Lets His Public Down.

I've Made Six Or Seven Good Films. The Others, Not So Good.

Man's Indecency To Man All Over The World Rules Out The Idea Of Humanity As An Actuality. It Is A Dream Of Young Idealists. In Practice A Misnomer