Legends die hard. They survive as truth rarely does.

Actors work and slave and it is the color of your hair that can determine your fate in the end.

People who refuse to rest honorably on their laurels when they reach retirement age seem very admirable to me.

There is no racial or religious prejudice among people in the theater. The only prejudice is against bad actors, especially successful ones.

We rely upon the poets, the philosophers, and the playwrights to articulate what most of us can only feel, in joy or sorrow. They illuminate the thoughts for which we only grope; they give us the strength and balm we cannot find in ourselves. Whenever I feel my courage wavering, I rush to them. They give me the wisdom of acceptance, the will and resiliance to push on.

Age is not important unless you're a cheese.

Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.