Success can't be forced.

Of course it was Mamma who both stopped my career and crystallized my determination to resume it.

I was deaf and dumb and blind to all but me, myself and I.

I hated school . . . . One of the reasons was a learning disability, dyslexia, which no one understood at the time. I still can't spell . . .

Certainly tears are given to us to use. Like all good gifts, they should be used properly.

Everything worthwhile, everything of any value, has its price. Everything anyone has ever wanted has come neatly wrapped up in its penalties.

It's so important to look relaxed.