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

If you rest, you rust.

At 50, you need to laugh about your age. If you don't, everybody else will do it for you. Happy birthday, old chum!

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.

There is only one terminal dignity - love.

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.

I cry out for order and find it only in art.