There Is Only One Terminal Dignity -

In The Last Stages Of A Final Illness, We Need Only The Absence Of Pain And The Presence Of Family.

If You Rest, You Rust.

We May Be Living In The Twentieth Century, In Resplendent Sophistication. But Deep Down, Most Of Us Find Ourselves Still In The Stone Age Of Superstition.

The Old-fashioned Idea That The Simple Piling Up Of Experiences, One On Top Of Another, Can Make You An Artist, Is, Of Course, So Much Rubbish. If Acting Were Just A Matter Of Experience, Then Any Busy Harlot Could Make Garbo's Camille Pale.

Actors Work And Slave And It Is The Color Of Your Hair That Can Determine Your Fate In The End.