Where there is hope, there is no despair.

I learned quickly at Columbia that the only eye that mattered was the one on the camera.

Some women feel the best cure for a broken heart is a new beau.

A romantic, I think, picks the rose and is careless with the thorn.

Wealth, beauty, and fame are transient. When those are gone, little is left except the need to be useful.

What a different world it was when I first sailed for Europe in 1930, with my mother, sister, and brother to spend six months abroad.

I have a role now that I think becomes me. I am a grandmother.