Success is a public affair. Failure is a private funeral.
Taking joy in living is a woman’s best cosmetic.
Taste. You cannot buy such a rare and wonderful thing. You can’t send away for it in a catalogue. And I’m afraid it’s becoming obsolete.
Acting is standing up naked and turning around very slowly.
When something happens to you, you either let it defeat you, or you defeat it.
Flops are a part of life’s menu and I’ve never been a girl to miss out on any of the courses.
My mother was Irish and she was superstitious, if you’ll forgive the tautology.
Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death.
Moments. A couple of moments that people remember, that they can take with them, is what makes a good movie.
Where is there beauty when you see deprivation and starvation?
In all those types of films I wore a tan suit, a grey suit, a beige suit and then a negligee for the seventh reel near the end when I would admit to my best friend on the telephone that what I really wanted was to become a little housewife.
The only man who could make a love scene comfortable was Clark Gable. He was born graceful, he knew what to do with his feet and when he took hold of you, there was no fooling around.
Do you know what makes a movie work? Moments. Give the audience half a dozen moments they can remember, and they’ll leave the theatre happy.
Seal my lips on aches and pains. They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.
The White House is one of the few places in downtown Washington where you can get something to eat after 11 o’clock at night.
I’ll match my flops with anybody’s but I wouldn’t have missed ’em.
It had been an enormous, extraordinary, outrageous adventure. And it was deadly.
I was second in line of defence, behind Myrna Loy.
It’s fine to have talent, but talent is the last of it. In an acting career, as in an acting performance, you’ve got to have vitality. The secret of successful acting is identical with a woman’s beauty secret: joy in living.