Rosa Ponselle

In the surroundings of an opera performance, once I am deep in it, I am living it. Between the acts and in my dressing room to change costumes, I do not realize I am Rosa Ponselle. I seem instead to be Aida, Gioconda, Norma--the woman I am singing. And when the last curtain falls, I am a rag--but contented.

When you speak of tenors, you have to divide them into two groups. Caruso in the first group. All the others are in the second.