The theatre demanded of its members stamina, good digestion, the ability to adjust, and a strong sense of humor. There was no discomfort an actor didn't learn to endure. To survive, we had to be horses and we were.

If you rest, you rust.

Legends die hard. They survive as truth rarely does.

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

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

All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.

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