Forty-seven is nothing at all, nor is any age unless you're a cheese.

There is no reason why marriage should necessarily compel an actress to forego her career.

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.

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.

Twins are so practical. It's always nice to have a spare.

Age is of no importance unless you are a cheese.

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.