After being so bad I could hear the angels singing.
Anyone who limits her vision to memories of yesterday is already dead.
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.
The sentimentalist ages far more quickly than the person who loves his work and enjoys new challenges.
The most lasting and pure gladness comes to me from my gardens.
Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.
Said I was beautiful, did he? He's being paid for treatment, not flattery.
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.
No person in the world ever lost anything by being nice to me.
My husband is a general's chauffeur somewhere in France.
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.
It's the first time I've seen myself act, and I can't say I'm impressed.
Will I return to England? I don't know. I'll think it over.
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.