I speak English, so I am no longer cute. My tongue itches for French.

For a married woman to flirt is a sin.

I wish to please the people, but I want to make them cry, perhaps. There, I have said it.

I don't want to get married, and I don't want to work after I'm 30, so I must manage my fortune somehow in the next seven years.

How many women have the courage to start properly with a cold, cold bath early in the morning? I jump in, throw the water, cold as ice, and after the first plunge I am happy.

If I get married, I think I'd pick out a newspaperman rather than a millionaire. A newspaperman is a regular fellow.

It is a temptation for me to wear all my rings at once.