Where There Is No Heart There Is

When A Small Child... I Thought That Success Spelled Happiness. I Was Wrong.

It Is Useless To Dabble In Beauty. One Must Be Utterly Devoted To Beauty, With Every Nerve Of The Body.

God Gives Talent. Work Transforms Talent Into Genius.

Although One May Fail To Find Happiness In Theatrical Life, One Never Wishes To Give It Up After Having Once Tasted Its Fruits.

Play The Last Measure Very Softly.