The future belongs to the learners-not the knowers.
Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure. . . another chance in life.
She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.
The Flapper awoke from her lethargy of sub-deb-ism, bobbed her hair, put on her choicest pair of earrings and a great deal of audacity and rouge and went into the battle. She flirted because it was fun to flirt and wore a one-piece bathing suit because she had a good figure she was conscious that the things she did were the things she had always wanted to do. Mothers disapproved of their sons taking the Flapper to dances, to teas, to swim and most of all to heart.
I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
I am in favor of a national bank. . . in favor of the internal improvements system and a high protective tariff.
The ingenious slogan that the public debt does not matter because 'we owe it to ourselves' is clearly absurd.
At length I recollected the thoughtless saying of a great princess, who, on being informed that the country people had no bread, replied, "Let them eat cake".
That's a real void in my life. I see a lot of people who struggled and went to jail and the dogs were after them. I'd look them in the eyes and say, 'God almighty, I wish I'd have been there. '