Duty has a trick of behaving unexpectedly -- something like a heavy friend whom we have amiably asked to visit us, and who breaks his leg within our gates.

Congratulations. You should paint those visions of paradise rather than just talking about them. I'll begin with you.

My older son who is, I think, here tonight, is forty-one years old. Which is odd because so am I.

He who is incapable of feeling strong passions, of being shaken by anger, of living in every sense of the word, will never be a good actor.

Written By Sarah Bernhardt

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