“An actor must interpret life, and in order to do so must be willing to accept all the experiences life has to offer.”

Nowadays, he lives in a world we don’t understand too well, the actor’s world. We don’t see too much of him. But he’s a good boy, my Jim.

Being an actor is the loneliest thing in the world. You are all alone with your concentration and imagination, and that’s all you have.

Being a senior in high school means you’re not only getting closer to adulthood, but also ready to start thinking about your dreams and aspirations, whether that’s applying for college, joining the military, or seeing the world.

If I had one day when I didn’t have to be all confused and didn’t have to feel that I was ashamed of everything. If I felt that I belonged someplace. You know?

Take it easy driving– the life you save may be mine.

There is no way to be truly great in this world. We are all impaled on the crook of conditioning.

He must be superhuman in his efforts to store away in the core of his subconscious everything that he might be called upon to use in the expression of his art.

I can’t let in the light.It will destroy my performance like light destroys film

Reality doesn’t have any preconceived ideas. You’ve got to learn how to smoke the cigarette, not act smoking the cigarette.

The gratification comes in the doing, not in the results.

To me, acting is the most logical way for people’s neuroses to manifest themselves, in this great need we all have to express ourselves.

Mind you, my boy will make his mark.

The only greatness for man is immortality.

To grasp the full significance of life is the actor’s duty; to interpret it his problem; and to express it his dedication.

Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today.

My fun days are over.

But give thanks, at least, that you still have Frost’s poems; and when you feel the need of solitude, retreat to the companionship of moon, water, hills and trees. Retreat, he reminds us, should not be confused with escape. And take these poems along for good luck!

If I were a girl, I’d despair. The supply of good women far exceeds that of the men who deserve them.

Culture, then, is a study of perfection, and perfection which insists on becoming something rather than in having something, in an inward condition of the mind and spirit, not in an outward set of circumstances.

But give thanks, at least, that you still have Frost’s poems; and when you feel the need of solitude, retreat to the companionship of moon, water, hills and trees. Retreat, he reminds us, should not be confused with escape. And take these poems along for good luck!

If I were a girl, I’d despair. The supply of good women far exceeds that of the men who deserve them.

The religion of the Bible is wholly supernatural.

He who obeys the command ‘Rejoice in the Lord’ has a Hallelujah in his soul every minute of the day and night.

Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.