By the time I was 15, my mother had turned me into a real clotheshorse.

The English press treated the world premiere of my first talking picture as a major event.

The only time I ever went hunting I remembered it as a grisly experience.

I entered the cosmetics industry because I wanted more women to use cosmetics made with safe, healthful ingredients.

I was 25 and the most popular celebrity in the world, with the possible exception of my friend Mary Pickford.

I doubted that there were Communists hiding behind every corporation desk and director's chair.

Writing the story of your own life is a bit like drilling your own teeth.