Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.

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

As for an authentic villain, the real thing, the absolute, the artist, one rarely meets him even once in a lifetime. The ordinary bad hat is always in part a decent fellow.

January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.

I have found my voice again and the art of using it.

You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.

Hope costs nothing.