The Class war will find me on the side of the educated bourgeoisie.
Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.
It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.
We are always bargaining with our feelings so that we can live from day to day.
I must try to be alone for part of each year. . . and part of each day. . . in order to keep my core, my center. . . Women must be still as the axis of a wheel in the midst of her activities. She must be the pioneer of achieving this stillness, not only for her own salvation, but for the salvation of family life, of society, perhaps even of our civilization.
The web of marriage is made by propinquity, in the day to day living side by side, looking outward in the same direction. It is woven in space and in time of the substance of life itself.
the final lesson of learning to be independent - widowhood. . . is the hardest lesson of all.
I think before 1997 is over, NATO will have taken giant strides in what's called adaptation, the discussions about bringing the French fully into the NATO forces.
Returning from the wilderness a man becomes a restorer of order, a preserver. He sees the truth, recognizes his true heir, honors his forbears and his heritage, and gives his blessing to his successors. He embodies the passing of human time, living and dying within the human limits of grief and joy.
It was very constraining, much more than I ever would have thought, to run for governor.
We have only two modes - complacency and panic.