I Don't Have Any Warm Personal Enemies.

I Don't Have Any Warm Personal Enemies. All The Sobs Have Died.

I Hope I Shall Have Ambition Until The Day I Die.

If Old Age Means A Crown Of Thorns, The Trick Is To Wear It Jauntily.

In Politics Women Type The Letters, Lick The Stamps, Distribute The Pamphlets And Get Out The Vote. Men Get Elected.

No Matter How Their Leaders May Have Tried To Skimp On Money, No One, Not Even The Politicians, Who Talked Themselves Red, White, And Blue In The Face, Skimped On Effort.