The worst constructed play is a Bach fugue when compared to life.

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

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.

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."

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

One has to grow up with good talk in order to form the habit of it.

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.