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Although All New Ideas Are Born In France, They Are Not Readily Adopted There. It Seems That They Must First Commence To Prosper In A Foreign Country.

We Must Live For The Few Who Know And Appreciate Us, Who Judge And Absolve Us, And For Whom We Have The Same Affection And Indulgence. The Rest I Look Upon As A Mere Crowd, Lively Or Sad, Loyal Or Corrupt, From Whom There Is Nothing To Be Expected But Fleeting Emotions, Either Pleasant Or Unpleasant, Which Leave No Trace Behind Them.

If I Have A Foreign Accent—which I Much Regret—it Is Cosmopolitan, But Not Teutonic. I Am A Daughter Of The Great Jewish Race, And My Somewhat Uncultivated Language Is The Outcome Of Our Enforced Wanderings.

I Have Often Been Asked Why I Am So Fond Of Playing Male Parts. As A Matter Of Fact, It Is Not Male Parts, But Male Brains That I Prefer.

I Refuse The Title Of Artist To Those Who Owe Their Reputations To A Physical Deformity. I Regard Them As Buffoons.