Life without emotions is like an engine without fuel.

It's not good to make sentimental journeys. You see the differences instead of the sameness.

There are five stages in the life of an actor: Who's Mary Astor? Get me Mary Astor. Get me a Mary Astor type. Get me a young Mary Astor. Who's Mary Astor?

The reminder that there are people who have worse troubles than you is not an effective pain-killer.

A painter paints, a musician plays, a writer writes - but a movie actor waits.

Once you start asking questions, innocence is gone.

the boys had learned that laughter stilled anxiety. It cleared away mystery. If you could laugh at something, it erased its importance.

The man who goes fishing gets something more than the fish he catches.

A person without a memory is either a child or an amnesiac. A country without a memory is neither a child nor an amnesiac, but neither is it a country.

Our security must be threatened in order for us to appreciate it.

Audiences will get just as tired of people wrestling on a bed as they did of Tom Mix kissing his horse.

But for many people, a huge part of the energy goes into the struggle with complexes, fear, worries, anxiety, and the energy cannot be used to achieve goals and dreams

Camouflage doesn't help when the other guy is willing to defoliate the whole jungle.

All cats are gray in the dark. And besides, her actions have less to do with her, and everything to do with you.

Everything seems to work with a recurring rhythm except life. There is only one birth and only one death. Nothing else is like that.

Now it's just sharp elbows, and instead of having a caucus where you sit down and say, 'What are you doing for your country?' you sit figuring out how to screw the other side.

Every start on an untrodden path is a venture which only in unusual circumstances looks sensible and likely to succeed.

Modern life would not be possible if it were not for chemicals, nor would modern natural gas production.

The individual who can do something that the world wants done will, in the end, make his way regardless of his race.

Life is so complicated a game that the devices of skill are liable to be defeated at every turn by air-blown chances, incalculable as the descent of thistle-down.

If you tell a novelist, 'Life's not like that', he has to do something about it. The poet simply replies, 'No, but I am.'