Hollywood is one place in the world where you can die of encouragement.

My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, a medley of extemporanea, And love is a thing that can never go wrong, and I am Marie of Romania.

This play John Drinkwater's Abraham Lincoln holds the season's record, thus far, with a run of four evening performances and one matinee. By an odd coincidence, it ran just five performances too many.

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.

Gratitude - the meanest and most snivelling attribute in the world.

I've finally gotten to the bottom of things.