I'm Not Always Sincere. One Can't Be

The Mystery Surrounding Garbo Was As Thick As A London Fog.

Love Is A Romantic Designation For A Most Ordinary Biological Process-or, Shall We Say, Chemical-process ... A Lot Of Nonsense Is Talked And Written About It.

Is There Anything Better Than To Be Longing For Something, When You Know It Is Within Reach?

All Alike, You Men. You Only Want The Satisfaction Of Being Through With Us First, That's All. So Far I've Had The Good Fortune Of Beating You To It. So I Am Heartless.

Except Physically, We Know Little More About Garbo Than We Know About Shakespeare.