On one night of my debut the Prince of Wales, the Princess, and the duchess of London came to see me. They loved me for what I was and what I gave them.
I felt weary of the responsibility of owning houses and was glad enough to pass mine on to others.
I found my interest lapse in both acting and racing.
No person in the world ever lost anything by being nice to me.
Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.
Anyone who limits her vision to memories of yesterday is already dead.