Italians love sun, sin, and spaghetti.

The vicissitudes of life resemble one of those gilded balls seen in a fountain. Thrown up by the force of the water, it flies up and down - now at the top, catching the rays of the sun, now cast into the depths, then again shooting up, sometimes so high that it escapes altogether, and falls to the ground.

I shall never get used to not being the most beautiful woman in the room. It was an intoxication to sweep in and know every man had turned his head. It kept me in form.

Life means work, and hard work, if you mean to succeed.

What is love without passion? - A garden without flowers, a hat without feathers, tobogganing without snow.

We owe something to extravagance, for thrift and adventure seldom go hand in hand.

He [Winston Churchill] has a future and I have a past, so we should be all right.