Anyone's life truly lived consists of work, sunshine, exercise, soap, plenty of fresh air, and a happy contented spirit.
I know I am at the end. I shall never get better, dear.
Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me?
No person in the world ever lost anything by being nice to me.
The sentimentalist ages far more quickly than the person who loves his work and enjoys new challenges.
They saw me, those reckless seekers of beauty, and in a night I was famous.