It’s the first time I’ve seen myself act, and I can’t say I’m impressed.

My husband is a general’s chauffeur somewhere in France.

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

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.

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

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?

After being so bad I could hear the angels singing.

I do not regret one moment of my life.

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

No person in the world ever lost anything by being nice to me.

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.

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

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

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.

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

I shall fulfill my contract, no more nor less.

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

The most lasting and pure gladness comes to me from my gardens.

Said I was beautiful, did he? He’s being paid for treatment, not flattery.

I was beautiful. Now, because I am old, I take no shame in so saying.

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

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

I’m not afraid. I never liked long last acts.

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

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.

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