For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of a Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a MaCaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.
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Because I have conducted my own operas and love sheep-dogs; because I generally dress in tweeds, and sometimes, at winter afternoon concerts, have even conducted in them; because I was a militant suffragette and seized a chance of beating time to The March of the Women from the window of my cell in Holloway Prison with a tooth-brush; because I have written books, spoken speeches, broadcast, and don't always make sure that my hat is on straight; for these and other equally pertinent reasons, in a certain sense I am well known.
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God gives us our relatives -- thank God we can choose our friends.
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There is as much difference between the stage and the film as between a piano and a violin. Normally you can't become a virtuoso in both.
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The people are unreal. The flowers are unreal, they don't smell. The food is unreal, it doesn't taste of anything. The whole place is a glaring, gaudy, nightmarish set, built up in the desert.
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You must learn day by day, year by year, to broaden your horizon. The more things you love, the more you are interested in, the more you enjoy, the more you are indignant about, the more you have left when anything happens.
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The human contribution is the essential ingredient. It is only in the giving of oneself to others that we truly live.
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You must learn day by day, year by year to broaden your horizon. The more things you love, the more you are interested in, the more you enjoy, the more you are indignant about, the more you have left when anything happens.
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We would worry less about what others think of us if we realized how seldom they do.
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The best time to make friends is before you need them.
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God gives us our relatives--thank God he lets us choose our friends.
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You grow up the day you have your first real laugh at yourself.
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All quiet along the Potomac to-night, no sound save the rush of the river, while soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, the picket's off duty forever.
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You grow up on the day you have your first real laugh at, yourself.
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We learn the inner secret of happiness when we learn to direct our inner drives, our interest and our attention to something outside ourselves.
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God gives us relatives; thank God we can choose our friends.
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You grow up the day you have your first real laugh -- at yourself.
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