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.

I fell in love with beauty a long, long time ago, but what I wanted was to create beauty - not to be blinded by it.

But what parent can tell when some . . . fragmentary gift of knowledge or wisdom will enrich her children's lives? Or how a small seed of information passed from one generation to another may generate a new science, a new industry-a seed which neither the giver nor the receiver can truly evaluate at the time.

It doesn't matter how shaky a woman's hand is. She can still apply makeup.

Daylight reveals color; artificial light drains it.

Men are just as vain as women, and sometimes even more so.

Adjust your makeup to the light in which your wear it.