what, after all, is there great in being beautiful? to be a great woman, a great person, one must have suffered, even suffered in great crises. what have i done that i should be famous — nothing but powdered a bit gently the cheeks that god gave me and smoothed the hair that i was born with, laughed and proven a faultless set of teeth. any grinning idol, well painted, can do as well, but the real women, the big women, are those who toil and never write of it, those who labor and never cry of it, those who forfeit all and never seek reward.
—lillian russell (via monblues)