Without discipline and detachment, an actor is an emotional slob, spilling his insides out. This abandonment is having an unfortunate vogue. It is tasteless, formless, absurd. Without containment there is no art. All this vomiting and wheezing and bursting at the seams is no more great acting than the convulsions of raving maniacs.

If you want a thing done well, get a couple of old broads to do it.

Your luck is how you treat people.

Almost as many inhumanities are committed in the name of love as in the name of religion.

If men found out how to give birth to children they'll never propose again.

She's the original good time who was had by all.

Old age ain't for sissies