We can see the film stars of yesterday in yesterday’s films, hear the voices of poest and singers on a record, keep the plays of dead dramatists upon our bookshelves, but the actor who holds his audience captive for one brief moment upon a lighted stage vanishes forever when the curtain falls.

She knew that this was happiness, this was living as she had always wished to live.

I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone.

He stole horses' you'll say to yourself, 'and he didn't care for women; and but for my pride I'd have been with him now.

We can never go back again, that much is certain. The past is still close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again, and that sense of fear, of furtive unrest, struggling at length to blind unreasoning panic - now mercifully stilled, thank God - might in some manner unforeseen become a living companion as it had before.

The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.

A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work.