“I don’t care WHAT the say about me, as long as it’s not the truth.”

Without discipline, there’s no life at all.

The woman’s position in the world today is so much harder than a man’s that it makes me choke every time I hear a man complain about anything.

Dressing up is a bore. At a certain age, you decorate yourself to attract the opposite sex, and at a certain age, I did that. But I’m past that age.

Acting is the perfect idiot’s profession.

I like to move fast, and wearing high heels was tough, and low heels with a skirt is unattractive. So pants took over.

If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that is going to be interesting.

Only when a woman decides not to have children, can a woman live like a man. That’s what I’ve done.

Enemies are so stimulating.

Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.

Our Constitution was not intended to be used by … any group to foist its personal religious beliefs on the rest of us.

The only time I am ever miserable is when I do something just for the money.

I wear my sort of clothes to save me the trouble of deciding which clothes to wear.

Love fattens on smooth words.

You learn in life that the only person you can really correct and change is yourself.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only what you are expecting to give — which is everything. What you will receive in return varies. But it really has no connection with what you give. You give because you love and cannot help giving.

A boy sows a wild oat or two, the world winks. A girl does the same — scandal.

I don’t care what anybody says about me as long as it isn’t true.

He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!

I hate banks. They do nothing positive for anybody except take care of themselves. They’re first in with their fees and first out when there’s trouble.

My father was always not concerned about the wealth I have, but every year he would ask me, how much have you given in charity? And how much taxes have you paid?

I don’t care about three years ago – I don’t care about two years ago. I don’t care about last year. The only thing I care about is this week.

I don’t care for sex. I find it an embarrassing, dull exercise. I prefer sports, where you can win.

It’s not yours, nor is it mine. It’s ours, so let’s protect it!

Love is knowing that she is delicate and not breaking her still.