The tragedy of love is not death or separation. How long do you think it would have been before one or other of them ceased to care? Oh, it is dreadfully bitter to look at a woman whom you have loved with all your heart and soul, so that you felt you could not bear to let her out of your sight, and realize that you would not mind if you never saw her again. The tragedy of love is indifference.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

The moral I draw is that the writer should seek his reward in the pleasure of his work and in release from the burden of thought; and, indifferent to aught else, care nothing for praise or censure, failure or success.

By the time an actor knows how to act any sort of part he is often too old to act any but a few.

Death doesn't affect the living because it has not happened yet. Death doesn't concern the dead because they have ceased to exist.

It requires the feminine temperament to repeat the same thing three times with unabated zest.

The common idea that success spoils people by making them vain, egotistic and self-complacent is erroneous; on the contrary it makes them, for the most part, humble, tolerant and kind.