[For him, that role illustrated some of the quirks of live theater.] They liked my hair, ... then they put me in a hat or wig for everything except one scene.

I was as happy doing theater in New York for little or no money as I am now doing television for more money. The happiness, I guess, comes out of it being a good job. The success has to do with the fact that it's a good job that will continue.

So much enamoured on peace that he [Falkland] would have been glad the King should have bought it at any price.

It is not the quantity of the meat, but the cheerfulness of the guests, which makes the feast

I am not interested in living in a city where there isn't a production by Samuel Beckett running.

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.