I hope I'll die on stage at the age at 105, playing Peter Pan.

My sister is a very peculiar lady. When we were young, I wasn't allowed to talk to her friends. Now I'm not allowed to talk to her children, nor are they permitted to see me. This is the nature of the lady. Doesn't bother me at all.

One puzzling thing about men -- they allow their sex instinct to drive them to where their intelligence never would take them.

It seems there's just no room left for elegance in this paper-plate, blue-jean world. And I, for one, think it's a shame.

The theater audience is the ultimate teacher, instructing the actor on the degree to which he has executed both the author's and the director's intent.

You know, I've had a helluva life. Not just the acting part. I've flown in an international balloon race. I've piloted my own plane. I've ridden to the hounds. I've done a lot of exciting things.

Marriage, as an institution, is as dead as the dodo bird.