“My passions were all gathered together like fingers that made a fist. Drive is considered aggression today; I knew it then as purpose.”

Yes, burn your bridges.

Gay Liberation? I ain’t against it, it’s just that there’s nothing in it for me.

I often think that a slightly exposed shoulder emerging from a long satin nightgown packs more sex than two naked bodies in bed.

Being called very, very difficult is the beginning of success. Until you’re called very, very difficult you’re really nobody at all.

You should know me well enough by now to know I don’t ask for things I don’t think I can get.

I never did pal around with actresses. Their talk usually bored me to tears.

Attempt the impossible in order to improve your work.

Without wonder and insight, acting is just a trade. With it, it becomes creation.

I am doomed to an eternity of compulsive work. No set goal achieved satisfies. Success only breeds a new goal. The golden apple devoured has seeds. It is endless.

Almost as many inhumanities are committed in the name of love as in the name of religion.

I think men have got to change an awful lot. They still prefer the little woman.

Getting old is not for sissies.

I am a woman meant for a man, but I never found a man who could compete.

There’s only one way to work — like hell.

There was more good acting at Hollywood parties than ever appeared on the screen.

Women are the essential part of the theater but the writers are not writing about women. I think they’re too perplexed about the whole female situation probably.

He had her scent seeping out of pores.

When men are most sure and arrogant they are commonly most mistaken, giving views to passion without that proper deliberation which alone can secure them from the grossest absurdities.

Any pride or haughtiness, is displeasing to us, merely because it shocks our own pride, and leads us by sympathy into comparison, which causes the disagreeable passion of humility.

It is an absurdity to believe that the Deity has human passions, and one of the lowest of human passions, a restless appetite for applause

It is impossible to exist without passion.

Reason is, and ought only to be the slave of the passions, and can never pretend to any other office than to serve and obey them.

If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible.

The understanding is by the flame of the passions never enlightened, but dazzled.