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

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

I do not wish to lose my temper because very shortly I will lose my head. Nevertheless, upon leaving this spark of earthly existence, I have this to say: I shall see you all very soon ... very soon.

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

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

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.