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.

Every one of us lives this life just once, if we are honest, to live once is enough.

I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.

There seems to be a law that governs all our actions so I never make plans.

I live like a monk: with one toothbrush, one cake of soap, and a pot of cream.

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.

I always wanted to do my best. I got nothing free—I had to work hard.