I know I am at the end. I shall never get better, dear.
I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress
I must hurry back to my house and my flowers in Monaco.
The most lasting and pure gladness comes to me from my gardens.
My husband is a general's chauffeur somewhere in France
Will I return to England? I don't know. I'll think it over.