After Being So Bad I Could Hear

I Know I Am At The End. I Shall Never Get Better, Dear.

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.

I Was Beautiful. Now, Because I Am Old, I Take No Shame In So Saying.

The Most Lasting And Pure Gladness Comes To Me From My Gardens.

Anyone's Life Truly Lived Consists Of Work, Sunshine, Exercise, Soap, Plenty Of Fresh Air, And A Happy Contented Spirit.