I cannot write music. I cannot play the piano.

My mother was the dearest, sweetest angel. She didn't talk; she sang. She was a tower of strength.

I feel very sorry for women who continue to purchase real fur coats. They are lacking in a woman's most important requisites, heart and sensitivity.

There is only one secret. To love what you are doing.

I would write plays for my grandmother, who was stone deaf, my mother and the dog, that was our audience.

I cannot write music. I cannot play the piano.

My father was a good preacher and had a little bit of drama.