Elizabeth studied the blurry tabloid photo, which showed her cousin Mary Stuart leaving a Paris disco at dawn, drunkenly clinging to the arm of a French tennis pro. The message was very clear. Put passion first and you end up neither loved nor respected.

Life always gets harder towards the summit - the cold increases, responsibility increases

Life was life. It happened. You never knew what was going to come at you. Or how you could defend yourself.

It's different when the person you love dies. There's an awful finality to death. But it is final. The end. And there's the funeral, family gatherings, grieving, all of those necessary rituals. And they help, believe me. When the object of your love just disappears, there's no way to deal with the grief and pain.

Successful women don't sleep until noon.

Priceless things matter not for their value, but because they offer us an enduring reminder of stability and permanence.

Always present yourself as a woman who expects to succeed.