Quotes
Cooper was very talented and very enthusiastic about whatever came before him to do. He was a good friend to the aviators he had worked with in the first world war. There was a very unified feeling about them that I admired a lot. He had been in prison in Russia.
Cooper was shot down over Poland! He went to join the Kosciusco Squadron, if you know what that means-I don't know really what it means, exactly, but it was important! He was shot down and sent to prison.
Clifford told Irene Selznick, his very close friend, that he never stopped mourning. He said that I was the only person he ever loved.
Claude Rains was very focused and he wanted to be taller! I always think of that in connection with him. I noticed that his heels were always quite a bit higher than anyone else's on the set!
Certainly all of us sounded too light, without any rich tones to our voices-but still it was audible! It could be heard.
Cary Grant was wonderful to work with on stage. He would move downstage, so that as he looked at me the audience had to look at me, too. He knew a lot about the theater and how to move around. He was very secure.
Cary Grant and I were doing a play in New York. He had a crush on me. Whenever we went to a party, he would always sit on the floor beside me. I thought that was kind of beautiful, like that's where he wanted to be.
As far as advice, that will be in my next book, my next collection. I certainly never like to instruct anyone, but just say as I feel. That's the same as advice, isn't it?
Actually, the camera was never overhead at any time. It was always a side view of me. Subsequently, after the picture was released, I saw some scenes from above and my clothes being pulled-and I think that was added later.
Charles F. Worth
We live by and for luxury, therefor all the questions we ask ourselves are superfluous, we must assume our roles and that is all!
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude.
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
To begin, begin.