The sentimentalist ages far more quickly than the person who loves his work and enjoys new challenges.
— Lillie Langtry
I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress.
It's the first time I've seen myself act, and I can't say I'm impressed.
I'm not afraid. I never liked long last acts.
Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me?
After being so bad I could hear the angels singing.
I felt weary of the responsibility of owning houses and was glad enough to pass mine on to others.
I am a grandmother now, and that means age is creeping on, creeping on.
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.
I do not regret one moment of my life.
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.
Anyone who limits her vision to memories of yesterday is already dead.
Anyone's life truly lived consists of work, sunshine, exercise, soap, plenty of fresh air, and a happy contented spirit.
No person in the world ever lost anything by being nice to me.
Said I was beautiful, did he? He's being paid for treatment, not flattery.
The most lasting and pure gladness comes to me from my gardens.
I have always been willing to take the blame for the things I have done.
I found my interest lapse in both acting and racing.
I have known great things and wonderful persons, and I have known homage.
They saw me, those reckless seekers of beauty, and in a night I was famous.
Will I return to England? I don't know. I'll think it over.
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.
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.
Feed the dogs. I hate to hear them barking like that.
I know I am at the end. I shall never get better, dear.
I must hurry back to my house and my flowers in Monaco.
Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.
I shall fulfill my contract, no more nor less.
You wouldn't believe how the town was named for me. I was met by the whole population, headed by the mayor.
I was beautiful. Now, because I am old, I take no shame in so saying.
My husband is a general's chauffeur somewhere in France.
