This war is lost and the surge is not accomplishing anything.
I remember the 1940s as a time when we were united in a way known only to that generation. We belonged to a common cause-the war.
For years it never occurred to me to question the judgment of those in charge at the studio.
I never understood the theory, once popular among doctors, that blamed mental disorders on too little or too much mother love. My own mother was my darling.
I was fine when it came to cheering up others, not so fine with myself.
I was plunged into what was known as the debutante social whirl. This was one of the ways fathers justified their own hard work and sacrifices.
The word actress has always seemed less a job description to me than a title
I hold a vision of this blue green planet, safe and in balance. At the end of the Fossil Fuel Era, we are emerging to a new reality. We are ready to make the next leap - as momentous as abolishing slavery or giving women the vote.
Well, in some ways we're not successful at all. We're destroying our home. That's not a bit successful.
What mortal knew the way their fate line would run?
I believe that photography can create great works of art, but hitherto it has been extraordinarily bourgeois and babbling. (1908)