Poor brain! How helplessly it dissolves when willing eyes meet and the nose warms to those old jungle scents.

I came out of a culture in which my uncle, my father - they were all salesmen of one kind or another. My father was a manufacturer. He also, in effect, had to sell that stuff. And if he didn't literally do it, his men did. So, selling was in the air through my boyhood. The whole idea of successfully selling was very important.

Great stones they lay upon his chest until he plead aye or nay. They say he give them but two words. "More weight," he says. And died.

Self-realization and self-fulfilment are the sine qua non for human existence.

The theater is so endlessly fascinating because it's so accidental. It's so much like life.

It occurs to me that with all the television people watch, most of their acquaintances are actors.

I still feel-kind of temporary about myself.