Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me. – Sarah Bernhardt
What matters poverty? What matters anything to him who is enamoured of our art? Does he not carry in himself every joy and every beauty? – Sarah Bernhardt
Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me. – Sarah Bernhardt
What matters poverty? What matters anything to him who is enamoured of our art? Does he not carry in himself every joy and every beauty? – Sarah Bernhardt
New ideas come into this world somewhat like falling meteors, with a flash and an explosion, and perhaps somebody – Sarah Bernhardt