Young men make wars, and the virtues of war are the virtues of young men: courage, and hope for the future. Then old men make the peace, and the vices of peace are the vices of old men: mistrust and caution.
Failure has a thousand explanations. Success doesn’t need one.
All creative people hate mathematics. It’s the most uncreative subject you can study.
There seems to be no end to the senseless wickedness done on this little planet in a minor solar system, and we puny mortals appear to be decreasing in importance so far as the universe is concerned.
I never knew how good it is to be unknown until now. The last time I was unknown I was too busy trying to become known to realize the advantages of obscurity.
An actor is at his best a kind of unfrocked priest who, for an hour or two, can call on heaven and hell to mesmerize a group of innocents.
A person who is keen to shake your hand usually has something up his sleeve.
An actor is totally vulnerable. His total personality is exposed to critical judgment – his intellect, his bearing, his diction, his whole appearance. In short, his ego.
The applause of all but very good men is no more than the precise measure of their possible hostility.
Essentially, I’m a small-part actor who’s been lucky enough to play leading roles for most of his life.
