I have not always loved wisely, but I was young.

I gave my beauty and my youth to men. I am going to give my wisdom and experience to animals.

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

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

When I love, I do it without counting. I give myself entirely. And each time, it is the grand love of my life.

Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.

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

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'm a girl from a good family who was very well brought up. One day I turned my back on it all and became a bohemian.

If I could do anything about the way people behave towards each other, I would, but since I can't, I'll stick to animals.

I can't do the same thing every night, the same gestures... it's like putting on dirty panties every day.

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other ... except through faith.

People are beautiful when they share things.

Killing animals to make a fashion statement = a sickening + cold-blooded vanity.

Today be more excellent than demanded. And more generous than expected.

Never test good people because they are like diamonds. when you hit them, they will not break but they will only slip away from your life

The single biggest reason companies fail is they overinvest in what is, as opposed to what might be.

The language of [Catholic] mysticism - its repeated attempts to lay consciousness itself bare and speak all the intensely opposing yet interconnected parts of it that cannot be spoken.

One ought, everyday, to hear a song, read a fine poem, and, if possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

I love doing things that are titillating. I think race can be very funny, and I think I'm very comfortable discussing it and bringing it up.

But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.