When I was little I thought, isn't it nice that everybody celebrates on my birthday? Because it's July 4th.

(That weekend) is my birthday weekend. One of my staff reminded me this morning. I've just been so focused on Decatur and Dodge City, I forgot about it.

You're thought about more often than you probably can guess, and thoughts of you just naturally bring smiles of happiness. Now, that it's your birthday, may each and every warm thought, bring a wish for all the best in life, and all your favourite things.

A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.

I have a private press. I'm a book artist. I publish books of other authors and artists. I do the illustrating. I set the type. I print it myself on my press. I do everything but bind it.

When I graduated from Santa Monica High in 1927, I was voted the girl most likely to succeed. I didn't realize it would take so long.