All the American women had purple noses and gray lips and their faces were chalk white from terrible powder. I recognized that the United States could be my life's work.
Daylight reveals color; artificial light drains it.
There are no ugly women, only lazy ones.
It doesn't matter how shaky a woman's hand is. She can still apply makeup.
The best antidote to worry, I have always believed, is work and more work.
I can't help from making money, that is all.