I remember a time when a cabbage could sell itself by being a cabbage. Nowadays it’s no good being a cabbage – unless you have an agent and pay him a commission. Nothing is free anymore to sell itself or give itself away. These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp.

Death holds no horrors. It is simply the ultimate horror of life.

I have been a woman for fifty years, and I've never yet been able to discover precisely what it is I am.

When you see a woman who can go nowhere without a staff of admirers, it is not so much because they think she is beautiful, it is because she has told them they are handsome.

Faithful women are all alike, they think only of their fidelity, never of their husbands.

When he (man) ceased any longer to heed the words of the seers and prophets, science lovingly brought forth the radio.

I'm not afraid of death. It's the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life.