“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.”

Without tenderness, a man is uninteresting.

Grumbling is the death of love.

I am at heart a gentleman.

I love quotations because it is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed with much authority by someone recognized wiser than oneself.

Darling, the legs aren’t so beautiful, I just know what to do with them.

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.

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.

If you wish success in life, make perseverance your bosom friend.

Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, In every bosom where her nest is made, Hatched by the beams of truth, denies him rest, And proves a raging scorpion in his breast.

If you wish to succeed in life, make perseverance your bosom friend, experience your wise counselor, caution your elder brother, and hope your guardian genius.

My father! The sun is my father, and the earth is my mother, and on her bosom I will recline.

They are gifted with the powers of being mothers, but not nursing mothers. Nature gives them bosoms for show, but not for use. So Lady Arabella had a wet-nurse.

Joy all creatures drink At nature’s bosoms.