All excess is ill, but drunkeness is of the worst sort. It spoils health, dismounts the mind, and unmans men. It reveals secrets, is quarrelsome, lascivious, impudent, dangerous and bad.
I am convinced that there are times in everybody's experience when there is so much to be done, that the only way to do it is to sit down and do nothing.
There is no other solution to man's progress but the day's honest work, the day's honest decisions, the day's generous utterances, and the day's good deed.
Acting was a way out at first. A way out of not knowing what to do, a way of focusing ambitions. And the ambition wasn't for fame. The ambition was to do an interesting job.
Probably any successful career has "X" number of breaks in it, and maybe the difference between successful people and those who aren't superachievers is taking advantage of those breaks.
With three or more people there is something bold in the air: direct things get said which would frighten two people alone and conscious of each inch of their nearness to one another. To be three is to be in public - you feel safe.
It is a delicious moment, certainly, that of being well-nestled in bed and feeling that you shall drop gently to sleep. The good is to come, not past; the limbs are tired enough to render the remaining in one posture delightful; the labor of the day is gone.