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

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

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

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

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

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