First, think in as homely a way as you can; next, shove your pen…

In players, vanity cripples art at every step.

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.

The fortunate man is he who, born poor, or nobody, works gradually up to wealth and consideration, and, having got them, dies before he finds they were not worth so much trouble.

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