At the age of fifty-six Eleanor Stoddard was still a beautiful woman. She owned three hotels in France and another two in England. From nothing at all, she had built an empire. Eleanor had it all. Her one weakness was the young man sleeping beside her.

Successful women don't sleep until noon.

In my opinion, moderation is a vastly overrated virtue, particularly when applied to work

We are each the authors of our own lives, Emma. We live in what we have created. There is no way to shift the blame and no one else to accept the accolades.

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

The past was always there, lived inside of you, and it helped to make you who you were. But it had to be placed in perspective. The past could not dominate the future.

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