I am constantly amazed when I talk to young people to learn how much they know about sex and how little about soap.

An actress who has the gift of swaying the emotions of an audience, of compelling tribute of tears, or of moving the public to joyous merriment, cannot always be satisfied to set aside her whole career, in the work that she loves, simply because she is married.

Sin in the theater, I can observe now, is comparable to education in a university: it is there for those who wish to take advantage of it, but fewer do than you might suspect.

A woman isn't as old as she thinks she is. She's as old as men think she is.

To survive there, you need the ambition of a Latin-American revolutionary, the ego of a grand opera tenor, and the physical stamina of a cow pony.

There is no reason why marriage should necessarily compel an actress to forego her career.

If I ever loved a man better than I love my art, I should marry him and leave the stage. But I have never met such a man.

Age is of no importance unless you are a cheese.