I don't think that work ever really destroyed anybody. I think that lack of work destroys them a hell of a lot more.

If you have fame, you never feel that you have fame, if you have the brains of a flea. Because fame is something that's over back of you. It ain't ahead.... Not ahead at all. I mean, if you've done it that's great, but "what are you going to do now?" is the only thing that matters.

I find a woman's point of view much grander and finer than a man's.

I've always thought men and women are not too well suited to each other. It's inevitable that they should come together, but, again, how well suited are they to live together in the same house?

I was fearless...and lawless.

I don't give a damn about marriage. But I do care about honor.

Once a crowd chased me for an autograph. "Beat it", I said, "go sit on a tack!" "We made you", they said. "Like hell you did", I told them.