Will I return to England? I don't know. I'll think it over.
I've put in as many as 40 weeks a year on stage. It is lonely and restricted, as all artistic life must necessarily be.
No person in the world ever lost anything by being nice to me.
I know I am at the end. I shall never get better, dear.
After being so bad I could hear the angels singing.
Anyone's life truly lived consists of work, sunshine, exercise, soap, plenty of fresh air, and a happy contented spirit.