They aren't making mirrors like they use to.

Bette [Davis] and I are good friends. There's nothing I wouldn't say to her face - both of them.

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

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.

Don't be taken in by the guff that critics are killing the theater. Commonly they sin on the side of enthusiasm. Too often they give their blessing to trash.

It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work - the night watchman.

Drink reacts on its practitioners in conflicting ways. One brave can knock off a quart of Scotch and look and act as sober as Herbert Hoover. Another, after three Martinis, makes two-cushion carroms off the chaise lounge as he attempts to negotiate the bathroom.