All My Life I Have Been Happiest

Down Through The Years My Face Has Been Called A Sour Puss, A Dead Pan, A Frozen Face, The Great Stone Face, And, Believe It Or Not, "a Tragic Mask." On The Other Hand That Kindly Critic, The Late James Agee, Described My Face As Ranking "almost With Lincoln's As An Early American Archetype, It Was Haunting, Handsome, Almost Beautiful." I Can't Imagine What The Great Rail Splitter's Reaction Would Have Been To This, Though I Sure Was Pleased.

I Don't Act, Anyway. The Stuff Is All Injected As We Go Along. My Pictures Are Made Without Script Or Written Directions Of Any Kind

I Was Mad At The Time, Or I Would Never Have Done The Thing.

No Man Can Be A Genius In Slapshoes And A Flat Hat.

Silence Is Of The Gods; Only Monkeys Chatter.