“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.”

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.

The weak are more likely to make the strong weak than the strong are likely to make the weak strong.

There is a gigantic difference between earning a great deal of money and being rich.

A father can do neither. If only sons could see the paradox, they would understand the dilemma.

The tears I have cried over Germany have dried. I have washed my face.

Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.

Once a woman has forgiven her man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast.

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

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.