I do not regret one moment of my life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

I found my interest lapse in both acting and racing.

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

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

I shall fulfill my contract, no more nor less.

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

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

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

After being so bad I could hear the angels singing.

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

I do not regret one moment of my life.

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

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

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.

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

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