If it took Labouchere three columns to prove that I was forgotten, then there is no difference between fame and obscurity.

Even in the wake of Rachel Carson's best-selling Silent Spring, Americans in 1963 spent nearly as much money fighting crabgrass with chemical weed controls as they contributed to the American Cancer Society.

Damnit! Nationalism should stop at the stratosphere!

I have no illusions about my art. I am what the public made me and, consequently, I am not likely to forget my debt to them.

Written By Conrad Veidt

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