Habit: Often Mistaken For Love.

I Am At Heart A Gentleman.

A New Kind Of Award Has Been Added -- The Deathbed Award. It Is Not An Award Of Any Kind. Either The Recipient Has Not Acted At All, Or Was Not Nominated, Or Did Not Win The Award The Last Few Times Around. It Is Intended To Relieve The Guilty Conscience Of The Academy Members And Save Face In Front Of The Public. The Academy Has The Horrible Taste To Have A Star, Choking With Emotion, Present This Deathbed Award So That There Can Be No Doubt In Anybody's Mind Why The Award Is So Hurriedly Given. Lucky Is The Actor Who Is Too Sick To Watch The Proceedings On Television.

A King, Realizing His Incompetence, Can Either Delegate Or Abdicate His Duties. A Father Can Do Neither. If Only Sons Could See The Paradox, They Would Understand The Dilemma.

A Man Would Prefer To Come Home To An Unmade Bed And A Happy Woman Than To A Neatly Made Bed And An Angry Woman.

I Had No Desire To Be An Film Actress, To Always Play Somebody Else, To Be Always Beautiful With Somebody Constantly Straightening Out Your Every Eyelash. It Was Always A Big Bother To Me.