I’m like old wine. They don’t bring me out very often, but I’m well preserved.
The time will come when it will disgust you to look in the mirror.
Neither comprehension nor learning can take place in an atmosphere of anxiety.
Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn’t we?
I am just an old-fashioned girl.
It is selfish to concern oneself with tragedies.
My father was a great innovator in public life, but when it came to raising his daughters, no one could have been more conservative.
I do not like candid pictures. They are so unattractive.
It’s wrong for parents to bury their children. It should be the other way around.
No one will ever feel sorry for me.
I’m one of the most fortunate people in the world.
What greater aspiration and challenge are there for a mother than the hope of raising a great son or daughter?
I would much rather be known as the mother of a great son than the author of a great book or the painter of a great masterpiece.
In my life, I am often reminded that there is a destiny that rules over us, because no one whom I know about or whom I read about seems to be completely happy during a long time.
There can be no really pervasive system of oppression, such as that in the United States, without the consent of the oppressed.
Sedentary people are apt to have sluggish minds. A sluggish mind is apt to be reflected in flabbiness of body and in a dullness of expression that invites no interest and gets none.
There’s nothing I like less than bad arguments for a view that I hold dear.
I know not age, nor weariness nor defeat.
Money doesn’t give you any license to relax. It gives you an opportunity to use all your abilities, free of financial worries, to go forward, and to use your superior advantages and talents to help others.
Modern candidates seem to have to live with political matters all the time. In my father’s time, a politician’s home was still his castle.
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?