Leave out all the rest--my Beverly Hills home, my cars, my jewels, my Paris gowns, my dogs, my servants, my recreations.

It is work alone that counts, don't you think?
We must learn that success, all that is beautiful and fine, requires work, infinite work and struggle.

The beautiful comes only through suffering and sacrifice.

And of course dramatic work broadens a girl's viewpoint, helps her to get the real, the worthwhile things out of life, enriching her nature with the emotional experience of her roles.

It is through such pressure that we grow, and we must grow, must we not?
One must strive for the ideal, for the art which will be but the pictorial expression of that, and for the emotion which must be touched by the illuminating vision of a well-developed imagination if the vital message of the him is to be felt.
"But of course I have my leisure moments from the grinding stress.