Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.

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.

You wouldn't believe how the town was named for me. I was met by the whole population, headed by the mayor.

I have known great things and wonderful persons, and I have known homage

A complete transformation seemed to have place in my life overnight. It was quite staggering, and thenceforward visitors and invitations continued to pour in daily until they became a source of grievance to our landlady, who was obliged to engage an extra servant to respond to the battering of powdered footmen on her humble and somewhat flimsy door.

It was so kind of you to mention that I don't wear stays. What's the point? If you squeeze it in at one point, it only comes out at the other.

Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me?