There Is A Shade Of Red For

This Is What You Do On Your Very First Day In Paris. You Get Yourself, Not A Drizzle, But Some Honest-to-goodness Rain, And You Find Yourself Someone Really Nice And Drive Her Through The Bois De Boulogne In A Taxi. The Rain's Very Important. That's When Paris Smells Its Sweetest. It's The Damp Chestnut Trees.

To Have Beautiful Lips, Say Beautiful Things. To Have Beautiful Eyes, Look At People And See The Good In Them.

I Lack Self-confidence. I Don't Know Whether I Shall Ever Get It. Perhaps It Is Better To Be Unsure Of Your Self, As I Am. But It Is Very Tiring.

I Was Asked To Act When I Couldn't Act. I Was Asked To Sing "funny Face" When I Couldn't Sing And Dance With Fred Astaire When I Couldn't Dance And Do All Kinds Of Things I Wasn't Prepared For. Then I Tried Like Mad To Cope With It.

Look, Whenever I Hear Or Read I’m Beautiful, I Simply Don’t Understand It … I’m Certainly Not Beautiful In Any Conventional Way. I Didn't Make My Career On Beauty.