[On Rachmaninoff:] He was the most Russian of them all, like a cathedral in the snow. Holy, wintry, infinite, he was all the Russias.
Too late! The two saddest words in any tongue.
I've always burned my bridges before me.
I always loved being with older people. Now they're so difficult to find.
Lazy people always work harder than anyone else; they're so eager to get through and lie down again.
[When asked how many husbands she'd had:] Two of my own, my dear, and several of my friends'.