“Harry and I have been sweethearts and married more than forty years – and no matter where I was, when I put out my hand Harry’s was there to grasp it.”

[When her daughter suggested the President refer in his conversation with foreign dignitaries about lawn care to ‘fertilizer’ instead of to ‘manure’:] But remember, it took me almost thirty years to get him to call it manure.

Being polite to a person is not a sign of respect for them. It is merely a sign of a good upbringing and a balanced nature.

It’s very embarrassing to be put on the spot.

I was born on Delaware Street. We have never desired another home.

Such widely different things as war and picnics will surely show a man up.

Mother has to be coerced into doing a lot of things.

I deplore any action which denies artistic talent an opportunity to express itself because of prejudice against race origin.

A woman’s place in public is to sit beside her husband, be silent, and be sure her hat is on straight.

You may invite the entire 35th Division to your wedding if you want to. I guess it’s going to be yours as well as mine. We might as well have the church full while we are at it.

I’ve been looking at used car bargains. I’ll frankly confess I’m scared to death of Fords. I’ve seen and heard of so many turning turtle.

I have a strong tennis arm.

I am somewhat handicapped in doing things with my hands.

The idea that vaccines are a primary cause of autism is not as crackpot as some might wish. Autism’s 60-fold rise in 30 years matches a tripling of the US vaccine schedule.

I still love what I do and I’ve done OK over the years … You’re a long time retired and anyway, I’d get bored.

I was a model for eight years. That’s the deal: People look. But I didn’t like being looked at and never seen.

The part in Aleppo, what [people] call it the eastern part, is occupied by the terrorists for the last three years, and they have been using the civilians as human shields.

For many years I have been a night watchman of the Milky Way galaxy.

You forget that this has been thirty five years now and people don’t look at it as if it were some kind of oddity.

You have to be aware. Like, I’m not going to do any downhill skiing. It looks like a whole lot of fun, but I’m not going to risk breaking a leg.

The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.