I Live Like A Monk: With One

I Like The Sea: We Understand One Another. It Is Always Yearning, Sighing For Something It Cannot Have; And So Am I.

I Always Wanted To Do My Best. I Got Nothing Free—i Had To Work Hard.

I Live Like A Monk: With One Toothbrush, One Cake Of Soap, And A Pot Of Cream.

[when Asked If She Believed In "women's Lib":] Not Really. Not When I See What Most Of Them Look Like.

It's Midnight. One Half Of Paris Is Making Love To The Other Half.