I love animals to the extent that my home is my dog's home! Which means that nothing is too good for my Freckles-chairs, couches, beds. But I do draw the line on chipmunks nibbling at my table linens, bedding, blankets, etc.

My singing is part of me, like my stoutness, or my light hair, or my poor eyesight.

It has been said that genius is only the power of making continuous effort. The line between failure and success is so fine that we scarcely know when we pass it. We are told that there is no failure, except in no longer trying - no defeat, except from within, no really insurmountable barrier save our own weakness of purpose.

I learn my songs by ear.

There's no second chance on stage, and I was trained to make the most of my first chance.

Intelligent analysis of the composer's intention and strict adherence to it automatically ensures sincerity.

I must work hard to make my singing above reproach; there must be no faults which hard work would take care of.