No man remains quite what he was when he recognizes himself.
Preserving health by too severe a rule is a worrisome malady.
We were in the open concourse where the turnstiles were. It was hardly any better here -- the enclosed space sent the voices around us echoing back in a roar that made my head ring, and the smell and feeling of all those bodies made me feel a claustrophobia I'd never known I was prone to.
I'm going to stay in show business until I'm the last one left.
Where we have strong emotions, we're liable to fool ourselves.
You cannot run away from a weakness; you must sometimes fight it out or perish. And if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.