Almost As Many Inhumanities Are Committed In

Temperament Is Something That Is An Integral Part Of The Artist. Not Temper, Temperament. There Is A Vast Difference.

Wave After Wave Of Love Flooded The Stage And Washed Over Me, The Beginning Of The One Great Durable Romance Of My Life.

The Key To Life Is Accepting Challenges. Once Someone Stops Doing This, He's Dead.

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.

Gay Liberation? I Ain't Against It, It's Just That There's Nothing In It For Me.