It’s nice to be included in people’s fantasies but you also like to be accepted for your own sake.
If there is only one thing in my life I am proud of, it’s that I’ve never been a kept woman.
I believe that each of us comes from the Creator trailing wisps of glory.
Great men, unknown to their generation, have their fame among the great who have preceded them, and all true worldly fame subsides from their high estimate beyond the stars.
Glory itself would be for women only a splendid-mourning suit for happiness.[La gloire elle-même ne saurait être pour une femme qu’un deuil éclatant du bonheur.]
Glory is the sun of the dead.[La gloire est le soleil des morts.]
Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
Glory and repose are things that cannot possibly inhabit in one and the same place.[La gloire et le repos sont choses qui ne peuuent loger en mesme giste.]
