A woman past forty should make up her mind to be young; not her face.

A woman past forty should make up her mind to be young; not her face.

Sin in the theater, I can observe now, is comparable to education in a university: it is there for those who wish to take advantage of it, but fewer do than you might suspect.

If I ever loved a man better than I love my art, I should marry him and leave the stage. But I have never met such a man.

But if people will laugh at my work and keep a sound roof over my head, who am I to complain?

An actress who has the gift of swaying the emotions of an audience, of compelling tribute of tears, or of moving the public to joyous merriment, cannot always be satisfied to set aside her whole career, in the work that she loves, simply because she is married.

To survive there, you need the ambition of a Latin-American revolutionary, the ego of a grand opera tenor, and the physical stamina of a cow pony.