In the last stages of a final illness, we need only the absence of pain and the presence of family.

All my dogs have been scamps and thieves and troublemakers and I've adored them all.

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

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

I'm leaving the screen because I don't think I am very good in the pictures and I have this beautiful dream that I'm elegant on the stage.

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

When Charles first saw our child Mary, he said all the proper things for a new father. He looked upon the poor little red thing and blurted, "She's more beautiful than the Brooklyn Bridge."