All I need is the opportunity,' I said confidently. He smiled. 'Seventeen's very young, and you look even younger.' I shrugged off-handedly. 'That's a question of make-up.' Karno laughed. That shrug, he told Sydney later, got me the job.

I'm an old weed. The more I'm cut down, the more I spring up again.

The roses you lifted to your lips ... lucky roses!

I hate the sight of blood, but it's in my veins.

The soul of man has been given wings and at last he is beginning to fly!

I'm an old sinner. Nothing shocks me.