Die? I Should Say Not, Dear Fellow.

My Head Is Buried In The Sands Of Tomorrow, While My Tail Feathers Are Singed By The Hot Sun Of Today.

You Can Only Be As Good As You Dare To Be Bad.

Mr. [john] Barrymore's Smile Was The Smile Of An Actor Who Hates Actors, And Who Knows That He Is Going To Kill Two Or Three Before The Play Is Over. I Am Not An Actor-killer, But I Like My Hamlets To Dislike Actors, If You Know What I Mean, And I Think You Don't.

You Can't Drown Yourself In Drink. I've Tried; You Float.

Method Acting? There Are Quite A Few Methods. Mine Involves A Lot Of Talent, A Glass, And Some Cracked Ice.