The accomplice to the crime of corruption is frequently our own indifference.
You've got to love people, places, ideas; you've got to live with mind, body, soul; you've got to be committed; there is no life on the side-lines.
You can't be beautiful and hate because hate is a corroding disease and affects the way you look. ... You can't hide it - ever. It shows in your eyes. It warps your expression. It affects your character, your personality.
I never like other people to clean for me. I don't want them to invade my own privacy.
To fall in love is awfully simple, but to fall out of love is simply awful.
I'm not conniving - that has a pejorative context. I'm not sitting in back rooms making deals. That's not my style.
I'm like a phoenix. I rise from the ashes.
Everybody asks me, 'So, what are you doing now?' Why must I be doing something? All my life I've been doing something. All my life I've been doing. For now, I'm being -- being quiet, being grateful.
Men go after me, and I choose among them.
Even when I jog, I need a place to get to.
I've lived through a lifetime of crises and survived.
All the praise I received couldn't substitute for the praise I had never received from my mother at home. I longed for some wonderful man to come and save me from my life - but there didn't seem to be any, at least not for me.
I really don't like talking about diets.
I don't look upon my divorces as mistakes. Those marriages were right for the Bess that made that decision at that time.
You cannot be beautiful and hate.
