The most lasting and pure gladness comes to me from my gardens.
I know I am at the end. I shall never get better, dear.
I found my interest lapse in both acting and racing.
I felt weary of the responsibility of owning houses and was glad enough to pass mine on to others.
No person in the world ever lost anything by being nice to me.
I shall fulfill my contract, no more nor less.
It's the first time I've seen myself act, and I can't say I'm impressed.
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.
The sentimentalist ages far more quickly than the person who loves his work and enjoys new challenges.
My husband is a general's chauffeur somewhere in France.
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.
I have known great things and wonderful persons, and I have known homage.
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.
After being so bad I could hear the angels singing.
Feed the dogs. I hate to hear them barking like that.
Anyone's life truly lived consists of work, sunshine, exercise, soap, plenty of fresh air, and a happy contented spirit.
Said I was beautiful, did he? He's being paid for treatment, not flattery.
I do not regret one moment of my life.
I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress.
You wouldn't believe how the town was named for me. I was met by the whole population, headed by the mayor.
I must hurry back to my house and my flowers in Monaco.
I have always been willing to take the blame for the things I have done.
Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me?
I am a grandmother now, and that means age is creeping on, creeping on.
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.
Will I return to England? I don't know. I'll think it over.
I was beautiful. Now, because I am old, I take no shame in so saying.
I'm not afraid. I never liked long last acts.
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.
Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.
I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress
It is [every woman’s] right to ignore the dictates of fashion and dress in a manner that is becoming to her own character and personality.
Each little chapter has its place.
A complete transformation seemed to have place in my life overnight. It was quite staggering, and thenceforward visitors and invitations continued to pour in daily until they became a source of grievance to our landlady, who was obliged to engage an extra servant to respond to the battering of powdered footmen on her humble and somewhat flimsy door.
I have known great things and wonderful persons, and I have known homage
I have always been willing to take the blame for the things I have done
My husband is a general's chauffeur somewhere in France