I Think I'll Have A Large Order

Without Discipline And Detachment, An Actor Is An Emotional Slob, Spilling His Insides Out. This Abandonment Is Having An Unfortunate Vogue. It Is Tasteless, Formless, Absurd. Without Containment There Is No Art. All This Vomiting And Wheezing And Bursting At The Seams Is No More Great Acting Than The Convulsions Of Raving Maniacs.

I've Lost My Faith In Science.

What A Fool I Was To Come To Hollywood Where They Only Understand Platinum Blondes And Where Legs Are More Important Than Talent.

Today Everyone Is A Star - They're All Billed As 'starring' Or 'also Starring'. In My Day, We Earned That Recognition.

You Mustn't Miss The Moment. There's Only One First Sailing Into Rio Harbor.