We relish news of our heroes, forgetting that we are extraordinary to somebody too.

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

The good die young but not always. The wicked prevail but not consistently. I am confused by life, and I feel safe within the confines of the theatre.

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.

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.

We relish news of our heroes, forgetting that we are extraordinary to somebody too.

If you rest, you rust.