The fortunate man is he who, born poor, or nobody, works gradually up…

In players, vanity cripples art at every step.

First, think in as homely a way as you can; next, shove your pen under the thought, and lift it by polysyllables to the true level of fiction

Art is not imitation but illusion.

What young woman is not, more or less, a mirror?

Well, every one for himself, and Providence for us all--as the elephant said when he danced among the chickens.

It must be confessed that a sort of halo of personal grandeur surrounds a great actress.