For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.

To sin by silence, when they should protest, makes cowards of men.

Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust.

We two make banquets of the plainest fare In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measure We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure

There is new strength, repose of mind, and inspiration in fresh apparel.

God sent us here to make mistakes

No path is wholly rough.