[On being the oldest living human being:] God must have forgotten me.

Death doesn't frighten me; now I can think peacefully of ending a long life.

My sight is bad, my hearing is bad, I feel bad, but I don't suffer, I don't complain.

I took pleasure when I could. I acted clearly and morally and without regret. I'm very lucky.

I've been forgotten by our Good Lord.

I never wear mascara; I laugh until I cry too often.

Wit doesn't make girls pretty.