Love is a romantic designation for a most ordinary biological process-or, shall we say, chemical-process ... a lot of nonsense is talked and written about it.

There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.

Why haven't I got a husband and children?" mused Greta Garbo to the Dutchess of Windsor, "I never met a man I could marry.

Perhaps it's better if I live in your heart, where the world can't see me. If I'm dead, there will be no stain on our love.

Why should you care for a woman like me? I'm always nervous or sick, or sad or too gay.

I'm afraid of NOTHING except being bored!

My talents fall within definite limitations. I am not as versatile an actress as some think.