Looking back at my life's voyage, I can only say that it has been a golden trip.

You know, there's nothing damnable about being a strong woman. The world needs strong women.

Sure, jets are fast and economical, but, oh my, what fun we've lost and what leisure we've sacrificed in the race to efficiency. Somehow, stepping onto a plane and zooming across the United States in a matter of hours doesn't hold a candle to the dear, old-fashioned train ride.

The fun, joy, and humor dry up in a relationship when one of the partners is swimming in gin. To my way of thinking, it is selfishness personified to see life through the bottom of a liquor bottle.

You bring out a lot of your own thoughts and attitudes when acting. I think a great deal of it has to do with the inner you.

I traveled with my mother, Lela, and there was never enough money. I always had to roll down my silk stockings and carry a doll when we bought train tickets so I could go half-fare. If we had $3, we always figured how to tip for the trunks and still eat.

Even married people have differences of opinion, I'm told.