Daylight Reveals Color; Artificial Light Drains It.

I've Always Thought That A Woman Owes It To Herself To Treat The Subject Of Her Age With Ambiguity.

All The American Women Had Purple Noses And Gray Lips And Their Faces Were Chalk White From Terrible Powder. I Recognized That The United States Could Be My Life's Work.

But What Parent Can Tell When Some . . . Fragmentary Gift Of Knowledge Or Wisdom Will Enrich Her Children's Lives? Or How A Small Seed Of Information Passed From One Generation To Another May Generate A New Science, A New Industry-a Seed Which Neither The Giver Nor The Receiver Can Truly Evaluate At The Time.

I Can't Help From Making Money, That Is All.

It Doesn't Matter How Shaky A Woman's Hand Is. She Can Still Apply Makeup.