[On an actor who'd broken her leg in London:] Oh, how terrible. She must have done it sliding down a barrister.
Sorrow is tranquility remembered in emotion.
tomorrow's gone-we'll have tonight!
I hate almost all rich people, but I think Iād be darling at it.
She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.
He is a writer for the ages, the ages of four to eight.