The sentimentalist ages far more quickly than the person who loves his work and enjoys new challenges.

They saw me, those reckless seekers of beauty, and in a night I was famous.

Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me?

Will I return to England? I don't know. I'll think it over.

You wouldn't believe how the town was named for me. I was met by the whole population, headed by the mayor.

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.

I do not regret one moment of my life.

Anyone's life truly lived consists of work, sunshine, exercise, soap, plenty of fresh air, and a happy contented spirit.

I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress.

Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.

After being so bad I could hear the angels singing.

Feed the dogs. I hate to hear them barking like that.

I have always been willing to take the blame for the things I have done.

Anyone who limits her vision to memories of yesterday is already dead.

I am a grandmother now, and that means age is creeping on, creeping on.

I felt weary of the responsibility of owning houses and was glad enough to pass mine on to others.

I found my interest lapse in both acting and racing.

I have known great things and wonderful persons, and I have known homage.

I know I am at the end. I shall never get better, dear.

I must hurry back to my house and my flowers in Monaco.