When we got off the streetcar at Times Square, it was somewhat of a letdown. Newspapers were blowing about the road and pavement, and Broadway looked seedy, like a slovenly woman just out of bed.

As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is "AUTHENTICITY".

Nothing in life is permanent, not even one's troubles.

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.

Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security.

In the end, everything is a gag.

Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.