For acting, darlings, is the world's most perilous trade. Compared with actors, steeple jacks and deep-sea divers lead snug and placid lives.

Will TV kill the theater? If the programs I have seen, save for "Kukla, Fran and Ollie," the ball games and the fights, are any criterion, the theater need not wake up in a cold sweat.

In the theater lying is looked upon as an occupational disease.

I've tried several varieties of sex. The conventional position makes me claustrophobic, and the others either give me a stiff neck or lockjaw.

I'm not at my best when I moralize or philosophize. Logic is elusive, especially to one who so rarely uses it.

Here's a rule I recommend: Never practice two vices at once.

Acting is a form of confession.