No Man Can Be A Genius In

Is Hollywood The Cruelest City In The World? Well, It Can Be. New York Can Be That, Too. You Can Be A Broadway Star Here One Night, And Something Happens, And Out--nobody Knows You On The Street. They Forget You Ever Lived. It Happens In Hollywood, Too.

Silence Is Of The Gods; Only Monkeys Chatter.

And If There Is Sweeter Music This Side Of Heaven I Haven't Heard It.

Down Through The Years My Face Has Been Called A Sour Puss, A Dead Pan, A Frozen Face, The Great Stone Face, And, Believe It Or Not, "a Tragic Mask." On The Other Hand That Kindly Critic, The Late James Agee, Described My Face As Ranking "almost With Lincoln's As An Early American Archetype, It Was Haunting, Handsome, Almost Beautiful." I Can't Imagine What The Great Rail Splitter's Reaction Would Have Been To This, Though I Sure Was Pleased.

Not Long Ago A Friend Asked Me What Was The Greatest Pleasure I Got From Spending My Whole Life As An Actor. There Have Been So Many That I Had To Think About That For A Moment. Then I Said, 'like Everyone Else, I Like To Be With A Happy Crowd'.