I've put in as many as 40 weeks a year on stage. It is lonely and restricted, as all artistic life must necessarily be.

Anyone who limits her vision to memories of yesterday is already dead.

Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me?

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.

I have known great things and wonderful persons, and I have known homage

I do not regret one moment of my life.

Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.