Happy Girls Are The Prettiest Girls.

This Is What You Do On Your Very First Day In Paris. You Get Yourself, Not A Drizzle, But Some Honest-to-goodness Rain, And You Find Yourself Someone Really Nice And Drive Her Through The Bois De Boulogne In A Taxi. The Rain's Very Important. That's When Paris Smells Its Sweetest. It's The Damp Chestnut Trees.

It's That Wonderful Old-fashioned Idea That Others Come First And You Come Second. This Was The Whole Ethic By Which I Was Brought Up. Others Matter More Than You Do, So 'don't Fuss, Dear; Get On With It.'

I Don't Need A Bedroom To Prove My Womanliness. I Can Convey Just As Much Sex Appeal Picking Apples Off A Tree Or Standing In The Rain.

In Holland And Belgium, And Afterwards In England, My Happiest Moments Were In The Country. I've Always Had A Passion For The Outdoors, For Trees, For Birds And Flowers.

Some People Dream Of Having A Big Swimming Pool. With Me, It’s Closets