It's no good running a pig farm badly for 30 years while saying, 'Really, I was meant to be a ballet dancer.' By then, pigs will be your style.

The key is never, never work. Nothing is more aging than work. It's not only the strain of getting up in the morning for work, but it's the resentment that settles on your face

Exhibitionists have no friends, no friends at all.

Most men when they make up their faces, the makeup stands forward, and their faces are behind.

The continued propinquity of another human being cramps the style after a time unless that person is somebody you think you love. Then the burden becomes intolerable at once.

Nowadays people don't use face powder; they say it dries the skin. But I makeup in the old-fashioned way.

Sex is the last refuge of the miserable.