“Why slap them on the wrist with feather when you can belt them over the head wit…” — Katharine Hepburn

It's life isn't it? You plow ahead and make a hit. And you plow on and someone passes you. Then someone passes them. Time levels.

Being a housewife and a mother is the biggest job in the world, but if it doesn't interest you, don't do it - I would have made a terrible mother.

It would be a terrific innovation if you could get your mind to stretch a little further than the next wisecrack.

Acting is a nice childish profession - pretending you're someone else and, at the same time, selling yourself.