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

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?

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

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