Hope costs nothing.

At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.

Hope costs nothing.

You don't think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.

Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.

What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realized it sooner.

My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.