I married first, won the Oscar before Olivia (sister Olivia de Havilland) did, and if I die first, she'll undoubtedly be livid because I beat her to it!

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.

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

If you keep marrying as I do, you learn everybody's hobby.

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.

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