“Nobody’s strong enough to stand up under a flood of weak material.”

I wish I were the type who could walk into a place and have everybody love me. But I’m not, and there’s no use wishing

Time scoots along pretty fast when you grow up.

A producer has to know all about everything from set-building to costumes to acting.

I think any movie star who refuses autographs has a hell of a nerve.

I learned more about acting from George Stevens in a few months than I had in my entire life up until then

I sit in a corner by myself and am tickled to death when someone comes over to talk to me.

It seems only reasonable that the people have a right to know virtually everything about the personality they are buying each time they put their money through the box office

It never happened to me and I never saw it happen to anyone else.

I’m shy and can’t for the life of me barge around and slap people on the back.

I just want to make pictures that are entertaining. I’ll leave the scenery chewing to someone else.

I’m working myself to death.

Maybe I thought too much about picking up the money and not enough about the really good parts.

I have the face of an ageing choirboy and the build of an undernourished featherweight.

I’d rather be David Ladd’s father than Alan Ladd any day.

I tried for better roles over and over again.

When I was on the air a lot my throat and vocal chords got tired.

Oh! for this baptism of fire! when every spoken word for Jesus shall be a thunderbolt, and every prayer shall bring forth a mighty flood.

And while the ice was melting to form a flood in which I threatened to drown I awoke one afternoon to find that my first northern winter had set.

When first you enter Wisdom’s sea, beware-A wave of indecision floods you there.

Be the light that floods the wounds of people lost in their own darkness.

After the flood, the colors were brightened demand tears of pain to feel so enlightened. Lassoed hope from the clouds that caused it to rain, divine intervention to feel love again.

I want a storm to come and flood us into a song that no one wrote.

So also there are tides and floods in the affairs of men, which in some are slight and may be kept within bounds, but in others they overmaster everything.

God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fool.