Each Little Chapter Has Its Place.

It Was So Kind Of You To Mention That I Don't Wear Stays. What's The Point? If You Squeeze It In At One Point, It Only Comes Out At The Other.

It's The First Time I've Seen Myself Act, And I Can't Say I'm Impressed.

I've Put In As Many As 40 Weeks A Year On Stage. It Is Lonely And Restricted, As All Artistic Life Must Necessarily Be.

I Know I Am At The End. I Shall Never Get Better, Dear.

A Complete Transformation Seemed To Have Place In My Life Overnight. It Was Quite Staggering, And Thenceforward Visitors And Invitations Continued To Pour In Daily Until They Became A Source Of Grievance To Our Landlady, Who Was Obliged To Engage An Extra Servant To Respond To The Battering Of Powdered Footmen On Her Humble And Somewhat Flimsy Door.