Acting is happy agony.

Acting is a question of absorbing other people's personalities and adding some of your own experience.

Neither sex, without some fertilization of the complimentary characters of the other, is capable of the highest reaches of human endeavor.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.

We do not judge the people we love.

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.