After being so bad I could hear the angels singing.

It was so kind of you to mention that I don't wear stays. What's the point? If you squeeze it in at one point, it only comes out at the other.

I am a grandmother now, and that means age is creeping on, creeping on.

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.

Feed the dogs. I hate to hear them barking like that.

The most lasting and pure gladness comes to me from my gardens.

Will I return to England? I don't know. I'll think it over.

I know I am at the end. I shall never get better, dear.

After being so bad I could hear the angels singing.

They saw me, those reckless seekers of beauty, and in a night I was famous.

Said I was beautiful, did he? He's being paid for treatment, not flattery.

I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress.

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

I have always been willing to take the blame for the things I have done.

It's the first time I've seen myself act, and I can't say I'm impressed.

Anyone's life truly lived consists of work, sunshine, exercise, soap, plenty of fresh air, and a happy contented spirit.

I must hurry back to my house and my flowers in Monaco.

On one night of my debut the Prince of Wales, the Princess, and the duchess of London came to see me. They loved me for what I was and what I gave them.

My husband is a general's chauffeur somewhere in France.

I'm not afraid. I never liked long last acts.

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 was beautiful. Now, because I am old, I take no shame in so saying.

The sentimentalist ages far more quickly than the person who loves his work and enjoys new challenges.

No person in the world ever lost anything by being nice to me.

I found my interest lapse in both acting and racing.

I do not regret one moment of my life.

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

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

I felt weary of the responsibility of owning houses and was glad enough to pass mine on to others.

You wouldn't believe how the town was named for me. I was met by the whole population, headed by the mayor.

I shall fulfill my contract, no more nor less.

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

Angels are like diamonds. They can't be made, you have to find them. Each one is unique.

It may be that when the angels go about their task praising God, they play only Bach. I am sure, however, that when they are together en famille they play Mozart.

You didn't hear the angels singing. It was brought down to Mother Earth, which is where it should be. And that led me to a lot of other reading.

The savior who wants to turn men into angels is as much a hater of human nature as the totalitarian despot who wants to turn them into puppets.

I don't see how I possibly could have come from where I entered the planet to where I am now if there had not been angels along the way.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

Like Confucius of old, I am so absorbed in the wonder of the earth and the life upon it, that I cannot think of heaven and the angels.

But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, - Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.

The righteousness of Jesus Christ is one of those great mysteries, which the angels desire to look into, and seems to be one of the first lessons that God taught men after the fall.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

I like to refer to my years with the Angels as the foundation of my career.

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.

What is government itself but the greatest of all reflections on human nature? If men were angels, no government would be necessary. If angels were to govern men, neither external nor internal controls on government would be necessary.

Whether the angels play only Bach praising God, I am not quite sure. I am sure, however, that en famille they play Mozart.

Make friends with the angels, who though invisible are always with you. Often invoke them, constantly praise them, and make good use of their help and assistance in all your temporal and spiritual affairs.