Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.

For time is the longest distance between two places.

I can't expose a human weakness on the stage unless I know it through having it myself.

Physical beauty is passing - a transitory possession - but beauty of the mind, richness of the spirit, tenderness of the heart - I have all these things - aren't taken away but grow! Increase with the years!

Being a memory play, it is dimly lighted, it is sentimental. It is not realistic.

There is only one true aristocracy . . . and that is the aristocracy of passionate souls!

I met her last summer on a moonlight boat trip.