No person in the world ever lost anything by being nice to me.
Anyone's life truly lived consists of work, sunshine, exercise, soap, plenty of fresh air, and a happy contented spirit.
I was beautiful. Now, because I am old, I take no shame in so saying.
I felt weary of the responsibility of owning houses and was glad enough to pass mine on to others.
The most lasting and pure gladness comes to me from my gardens.
My agent tells me I am drawing the largest salary ever paid in the halls of England. Wonderful, isn't it? for a quiet, rural gardener like myself.