The sentimentalist ages far more quickly than the person who loves his work and enjoys new challenges.
I do not regret one moment of my life.
Feed the dogs. I hate to hear them barking like that.
No person in the world ever lost anything by being nice to me.
My husband is a general's chauffeur somewhere in France.
Anyone's life truly lived consists of work, sunshine, exercise, soap, plenty of fresh air, and a happy contented spirit.
I am a grandmother now, and that means age is creeping on, creeping on.
On one night of my debut the Prince of Wales, the Princess, and the duchess of London came to see me. They loved me for what I was and what I gave them.
Said I was beautiful, did he? He's being paid for treatment, not flattery.
My agent tells me I am drawing the largest salary ever paid in the halls of England. Wonderful, isn't it? for a quiet, rural gardener like myself.
The most lasting and pure gladness comes to me from my gardens.
I have known great things and wonderful persons, and I have known homage.
I found my interest lapse in both acting and racing.
I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress.
I must hurry back to my house and my flowers in Monaco.
Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me?
They saw me, those reckless seekers of beauty, and in a night I was famous.
I've put in as many as 40 weeks a year on stage. It is lonely and restricted, as all artistic life must necessarily be.
It was so kind of you to mention that I don't wear stays. What's the point? If you squeeze it in at one point, it only comes out at the other.
