Marie Dressler

A rut is like a grave – it's only a question of depth.

... poor had no terror for me! It was pie for me! My whole life had been a fight!

Fate cast me to play the role of an ugly duckling with no promise of swanning. Therefore, I sat down when a mere child—fully realizing just how utterly "mere" I was—and figured out my life early. Most people do it, but they do it too late. …