The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.

I'm an introvert... I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.

I believe in miracles.

In Holland and Belgium, and afterwards in England, my happiest moments were in the country. I've always had a passion for the outdoors, for trees, for birds and flowers.

There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

Only the absolutely determined people succeed.

I had to make a choice at one point in my life, of missing films or missing my children. It was a very easy decision to make because I missed my children so very much.

And I always heard people in New York never get to know their neighbors.

I'm an introvert. I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.

Why change? Everyone has his own style. When you have found it, you should stick to it.

I have always had a reputation for being frugal -- less kind people might call me cheap. But my interest in building up a nest egg goes back to those days in Arnhem when I learned that money can grow, just like trees.

I've always had- how shall I say it? -the prize at the end. My whole life shows that.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

I probably hold the distinction of being one movie star who, by all laws of logic, should never have made it. At each stage of my career, I lacked the experience.

When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that's when I think life is over.

Take care of the small circle around you. When you have succeeded with them, then move outwards, one small step at a time.

I am not beautiful. My mother once called me an ugly duckling. But,listed separately, I have a few good features.

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.

As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

Always be a first-rate version of yourself.