“The pearl is the queen of gems and the gem of queens.”

It would be very sad if children had no memories before those of school. What they need most is the love and attention of their mother.

As an unmarried woman, I was thought to be a danger.

My real difficulty was to become a normal person again, after having been a movie actress for so long. For me, at the time I was living in New York and Hollywood, a normal person was someone who made movies.

Getting angry doesn’t solve anything.

For a woman, forty is torture, the end.

When at last I took the time to look into the heart of a flower, it opened up a whole new world; a world where every country walk would be an adventure, where every garden would become an enchanted one.

Why getting angry? Getting angry doesn’t solve anything. I don’t like yelling and fighting and I can’t quarrel, I prefer to let it drop. When people use disagreeable words, I feel crushed and remember them for a long time.

I would like to be remembered as someone who accomplished useful deeds, and who was a kind and loving person. I would like to leave the memory of a human being with a correct attitude and who did her best to help others.

The idea of my life as a fairy tale is itself a fairy tale.

I don’t like yelling and fighting, and I can’t quarrel.

I don’t want to be married to someone who feels inferior to my success or because I make more money than he does.

I do isometrics in church so while I’m doing my soul some good, I’m doing my body some good, too.

I’ve had happy moments in my life, but I don’t think that happiness– being happy– is a perpetual state that anyone can be in. Life isn’t that way.

I’ll be goddamned if I’m going to stay in a business where I have to get up earlier and earlier and it takes longer and longer for me to get in front of a camera.

At times I think I actually hate Hollywood. I have many acquaintances there, but few friends.

I never say ‘never,’ and I never say ‘always.’

In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.

A woman needs ropes and ropes of pearls.

The pearls on her wrist, giving out the green light of emerald nurturing, sparks the flame of life in his eyes.

You are like a wrecked ship in the depths of the ocean, collapsed and eroded but still, full of pearl oysters.

When I was a little girl I decorated myself with pearls, cut my own hair, wore thigh high socks and heels. People laughed at me.

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too.

The mind must be allowed to settle undisturbed over the object in order to secrete the pearl.