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

Childhood is a short season.

The old-fashioned idea that the simple piling up of experiences, one on top of another, can make you an artist, is, of course, so much rubbish. If acting were just a matter of experience, then any busy harlot could make Garbo's Camille pale.

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity - love. And the story of a love is not important - what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

Perhaps we have been misguided into taking too much responsibility from our children, leaving them too little room for discovery

Mere longevity is a good thing for those who watch Life from the side lines. For those who play the game, an hour may be a year, a single day's work an achievement for eternity.

Egocentrics are attracted to the inept. It gives them one more excuse for patting themselves on the back.