I Never Weep Over Lost

If Ants Are Such Busy Workers, How Come They Find Time To Go To All The Picnics?

Fate Cast Me To Play The Role Of An Ugly Duckling With No Promise Of Swanning. . . . I Have Played My Life As A Comedy Rather Than The Tragedy Many Would Have Made Of It.

There Are Very Few Persons Who Would Think Of Inquiring Into The Private Life Of The Newspaper Dealer At The Corner, Or The Druggist, Or The Doctor, Or Even A Mah Jong Partner, But The Moment One Belongs To The Theatrical Profession, The Public Usually Feels Cheated Unless It Knows One's Inmost Thoughts Of Love.

You're Only As Good As Your Last Picture.

To Know That One Has Never Really Tried - That Is The Only Death