The most lasting and pure gladness comes to me from my gardens.
Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.
I do not regret one moment of my life.
I am a grandmother now, and that means age is creeping on, creeping on.
Anyone's life truly lived consists of work, sunshine, exercise, soap, plenty of fresh air, and a happy contented spirit.
They saw me, those reckless seekers of beauty, and in a night I was famous.
Anyone who limits her vision to memories of yesterday is already dead.
The sentimentalist ages far more quickly than the person who loves his work and enjoys new challenges.
I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress.