The first time you do a thing is always exciting.

I have always admired the Esquimaux (Eskimos). One fine day a delicious meal is cooked for dear old mother, and then she goes walking away over the ice, and doesn't come back.

I've got a stomach now as well as a behind. And I mean - well, you can't pull it in both ways, can you? ... I've made it a rule to pull in my stomach and let my behind look after itself.

I learned ... that one can never go back, that one should not ever try to go back - that the essence of life is going forward. Life is really a one way street, isn't it?

The human face is, after all, nothing more nor less than a mask.

It's like all those quiet people, when they do lose their tempers they lose them with a vengeance.

Very few of us are what we seem.