I lack self-confidence. I don't know whether I shall ever get it. Perhaps it is better to be unsure of your self, as I am. But it is very tiring.

You can always tell what kind of a person a man really thinks you are by the earrings he gives you.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

This is what you do on your very first day in Paris. You get yourself, not a drizzle, but some honest-to-goodness rain, and you find yourself someone really nice and drive her through the Bois de Boulogne in a taxi. The rain's very important. That's when Paris smells its sweetest. It's the damp chestnut trees.

I lack self-confidence. I don't know whether I shall ever get it. Perhaps it is better to be unsure of your self, as I am. But it is very tiring.

If we are meant to "love thy neighbor as theyself," then surely we should love the world's children as our own.

If I'm honest I have to tell you I still read fairy-tales and I like them best of all.