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.

When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that's when I think life is over.

As much as I loved the art and discipline of the dance, it didn't love me!

If you ever need a helping hand, it is at the end of your arm. As you get older you must remember you have a second hand. The first one is to help yourself. The second hand is to help others.

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

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

I heard a definition once: Happiness is health and a short memory! I wish I'd invented it, because it is very true.