Peter Ustinov
Peter Ustinov
Sir Peter Alexander Ustinov, CBE FRSAwas an English actor, writer, and dramatist. He was also renowned as a filmmaker, theatre and opera director, stage designer, author, screenwriter, comedian, humorist, newspaper and magazine columnist, radio broadcaster, and television presenter. A noted wit and raconteur, he was a fixture on television talk shows and lecture circuits for much of his career. He was also a respected intellectual and diplomat, who in addition to his various academic posts, served as a Goodwill Ambassador...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionMovie Actor
Date of Birth16 April 1921
Life is unfair but remember sometimes it is unfair in your favour.
Artificial glamor-false eyelashes, that sort of thing-usually is put on to hide a vacuum. The most beautiful face can only look vacuous if it masks an empty head.
The stupidity of a stupid man is mercifully intimate and reticient, while the stupidity of an intellectual is cried from the rooftops.
This is a free country, madam. We have a right to share your privacy in a public place.
What is education but a process by which a person begins to learn how to learn?
I am an international citizen conceived in Russia, born in England, working in Hollywood, living in Switzerland, and touring the World.
I believe that the Jews have made a contribution to the human condition out of all proportion to their numbers: I believe them to be an immense people. Not only have they supplied the world with two leaders of the stature of Jesus Christ and Karl Marx, but they have even indulged in the luxury of following neither one nor the other.
The stupidity of a stupid man is exercised in a restricted field; the stupidity of an intelligent man has a much wider diffusion, and a far greater effect, aided as it is by the element of surprise.
When I was small, I would refuse to drink when I ate fish because I thought the fish would reconstitute itself in my stomach
I have Russian, German, Spanish, Italian, French and Ethiopian blood in my veins.
Acting on television is like being asked by the captain to entertain the passengers while the ship goes down.
All the hideously calculated hypocrisy of men when they commit a murder in the name of justice. Then it's the time of death on a grander scale, the hour of the great offenses - fix your bayonets boys - gentlemen, synchronize your watches - in ten seconds time the barrage starts, ... a thousand men are destined to die in order to capture a farmhouse no one has lived in for years.
Laughter would be bereaved if snobbery died.
Sometimes I wish I could just fall in love. Then, at least you know who your opponent is.