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.

I don't want to be a silly temptress. I cannot see any sense in getting dressed up and doing nothing but tempting men in pictures.

I'm not always sincere. One can't be in this world, you know.

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

I wish I were supernaturally strong so I could put right everything that is wrong.

All alike, you men. You only want the satisfaction of being through with us first, that's all. So far I've had the good fortune of beating you to it. So I am heartless.

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