“No more hard work than look beautiful with eight in the morning until midnight.”

I have been very happy, very rich, very beautiful, much adulated, very famous and very unhappy

I am against marriage, and I don’t give a fig for society.

It is better to be Unfaithful, than Faithful without wanting to be.

Women get more unhappy the more they try to liberate themselves..

The world today doesn’t please me.

A photograph can be an instant of life captured for eternity that will never cease looking back at you.

Champagne is the one thing that gives me zest when I am tired.

Fashion may not be a weapon of the woman but at least it gives her the ammunition.

My wild and free side unsettled some, and unwedged others.

I am not finding pregnancy much of a joy. I am afraid of childbirth, but I am afraid I can’t find a way of avoiding it.

What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.

I say what I think and I think what I say.

I never get hung up on the past – the memories are too negative.

I really am a cat transformed into a woman.

I never do anything by chance.

I have found out that friendship is quite as important as love and it isn’t any easier than love.

A woman may be beautiful but have poor character. A man may be a business genius, making money left and right, but lack common courtesy, sensitivity, and compassion.

For the most important type of love is love for oneself and only you can hear all of your beautiful verses that never got to see the light of the day.

What matters is not your outward appearance but your inner disposition. Cultivate inner beauty, the gentle gracious kind that God delights in.

Outer beauty pleases the EYE. Inner beauty captivates the HEART.

No more dumpster diving for love. You can have it all. That healthy, beautiful, two feet kinda love.

When I am in the battlefield, I love it more than my wedding night with the most beautiful of women

The beautiful journey of today can only begin when we learn to let go of yesterday.

I suffered from ‘No one will ever fancy me!’ syndrome, well into my teens. Even now I do not consider myself to be some kind of great, sexy beauty. Absolutely not.