I'm a great believer in luck and the extraordinary role that plays in all of our lives.

While progress should never come to a halt, there are many places it should never come to at all.

I will continue to get behind the wheel of a racing car as long as I am able. But that could all end tomorrow.

I certainly never expected to be a professional actor. I never expected to be in movies. I thought I would probably become a teacher.

I don't go for the so-called "intimate" stuff. Column items that report: "Minerva Ferncroft sleeps in pink dusting powder between puce-colored sheets in a heart-shaped bed." It leaves me cold.

The Alexander Technique helped a long-standing back problem and to get a good night's sleep after many years of tossing and turning.

I wish I could recall with clarity the impulse that compelled me to help bring this camp into being. I'd be pleased if I could announce a motive of lofty purpose. I've been accused of compassion, of altruism, of devotion to Christian, Hebrew, and Muslim ethic, but however desperate I am to claim ownership of a high ideal, I cannot. I wanted, I think, to acknowledge Luck; the chance of it, the benevolence of it in my life, and the brutality of it in the lives of others, made especially savage for children because they may not be allowed the good fortune of a lifetime to correct it.