I think I'll have a large order of prognosis negative.

If everybody likes you, you're pretty dull.

The act of sex, gratifying as it may be, is God's joke on humanity. It is man's last desperate stand at superintendency.

The out-of-work actor wears out more than shoe leather. The very sensibilities that make him an artist are shattered by the disregard he is shown as a human being.

You will never be happier than you expect. To change your happiness, change your expectation.

One can make more enemies as a female with a brain, I think.

Temperament is something that is an integral part of the artist. Not temper, temperament. There is a vast difference.