I Sent My Flowers Across

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.

Never, Never Trust Anyone Who Asks For White Wine. It Means They're Phonies.

Men Become Much More Attractive When They Start Looking Older. But It Doesn't Do Much For Women, Though We Do Have An Advantage: Make-up.

May Each Of My Grandsons Know, At An Early Age, What His Life's Ambition Is -- And May He Be Successful In His Pursuit Of That Goal.

The Male Ego With Few Exceptions Is Elephantine To Start With.