You know, I've had a helluva life. Not just the acting part. I've flown in an international balloon race. I've piloted my own plane. I've ridden to the hounds. I've done a lot of exciting things.

I hope I'll die on stage at the age at 105, playing Peter Pan.

I married first, won the Oscar before Olivia (sister Olivia de Havilland) did, and if I die first, she'll undoubtedly be livid because I beat her to it!

It seems there's just no room left for elegance in this paper-plate, blue-jean world. And I, for one, think it's a shame.

The theater audience is the ultimate teacher, instructing the actor on the degree to which he has executed both the author's and the director's intent.

Marriage, as an institution, is as dead as the dodo bird.

If you keep marrying as I do, you learn everybody's hobby.

You know, I've had a helluva life.

[On her troubled relationships with her daughters:] You can acquire enemies. Why give birth to them?

Maladict had hallucinations, but Wazzer had a certainty you could bend steel around. It was the opposite of a hallucination, somehow. It was as if she could see what was real and you couldn't.

I'm goin past factories. Boxes of metal with people inside. Souls bein ripped apart.

There is a boundary to men's passions when they act from feelings but none when they are under the influence of imagination.

I rather like bad wine; one gets so bored with good wine.

Those who saw Pope John Paul II either in person or through the mass media glimpsed a man who millions of Catholics believe may be one of the greatest popes in the history of the church.

It is difficult for me to imagine what "personal liberty" is enjoyed by an unemployed person, who goes about hungry, and cannot find employment.

I was always thinking the funny things but was always quiet and scared to be made fun of.

Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.

Guess what, Martin Luther King? I had a dream, too.

A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams.