“Courage and grace are a formidable mixture. The only place to see it is in the bullring.”

Latins are tenderly enthusiastic. In Brazil they throw flowers at you. In Argentina they throw themselves.

I’m worth more dead than alive. Don’t cry for me after I’m gone; cry for me now.

When you’re dead, you’re dead. That’s it.

America took me into her bosom when there was no longer a country worthy of the name, but in my heart I am German – German in my soul.

Glamour is what I sell, it’s my stock in trade.

A man would prefer to come home to an unmade bed and a happy woman than to a neatly made bed and an angry woman.

I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men.

You need a man you can look up to and respect. If you dethrone him it’s no wonder that you are discontented, and discontented women are not loved for long.

Most women set out to try to change a man, and when they have changed him they do not like him.

I never enjoyed working in a film.

To be completely woman you need a master, and in him a compass for your life.

It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.

The Germans and I no longer speak the same language.

I am not a myth.

A king, realizing his incompetence, can either delegate or abdicate his duties.

How do you know love is gone? If you said that you would be there at seven and you get there by nine, and he or she has not called the police yet – it’s gone.