I Was Beautiful. Now, Because I Am

Sympathy Is Charming, But It Does Not Make Up For Pain.

I Must Hurry Back To My House And My Flowers In Monaco.

I Am Happy As Happiness Goes, For A Woman Who Has So Many Memories And Who Lives The Lonely Life Of An Actress

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.

They Saw Me, Those Reckless Seekers Of Beauty, And In A Night I Was Famous.