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Character of the week: Chaplin

A day without laughter is a day wasted. Despair is a narcotic: it lulls the mind into indifference.

I do not have much patience with a thing of beauty that must be explained to be understood. If it does need additional interpretation by someone other than the creator, then I question whether it has fulfilled its purpose.

Life could be wonderful if people would leave you alone. Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.

I thought I would dress in baggy pants, big shoes, a cane and a derby hat. everything a contradiction: the pants baggy, the coat tight, the hat small and the shoes large. I had no idea of the character. But the moment I was dressed, the clothes and the make-up made me feel the person he was. I began to know him, and by the time I walked onto the stage he was fully born.

I suppose that’s one of the ironies of life doing the wrong thing at the right moment. What do you want a meaning for? Life is a desire, not a meaning

I am at peace with God. My conflict is with Man. That´s the trouble with the world: we all despise ourselves

In the end, everything is a gag.

Charles Spencer “Charlie” Chaplin, KBE (16 April 1889 – 25 December 1977) was an English comic actor and film director of the silent film era

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