You can take no credit for beauty at sixteen. But if you are beautiful at sixty, it will be your own soul’s doing.
I am an unconventional beauty. I grew up in a high school where if you didn’t have a nose job and money and if you weren’t thin, you weren’t cool, popular, beautiful. I was always told that I wasn’t pretty enough to be on television.
Rich men’s houses are seldom beautiful, rarely comfortable, and never original. It is a constant source of surprise to people of moderate means to observe how little a big fortune contributes to Beauty.
I’ve developed into quite a swan. I’m one of those people that will probably look better and better as I get older until I drop dead of beauty.