“Modern candidates seem to have to live with political matters all the time. In my father’s time, a politician’s home was still his castle.”

I have had quite an interesting life. My husband was quite successful in the movies, and we went out frequently with Gloria Swanson and other stars.

I would much rather be known as the mother of a great son than the author of a great book or the painter of a great masterpiece.

There’s nothing I like less than bad arguments for a view that I hold dear.

I have always believed that God never gives a cross to bear larger than we can carry. No matter what, he wants us to be happy, not sad. birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn’t we?

It is selfish to concern oneself with tragedies.

The time will come when it will disgust you to look in the mirror.

I tell myself that God gave my children many gifts – spirit, beauty, intelligence, the capacity to make friends and to inspire respect. There was only one gift he held back – length of life.

It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.

More business is lost every year through neglect than through any other cause.

Neither comprehension nor learning can take place in an atmosphere of anxiety.

Any woman who still thinks marriage is a fifty-fifty proposition is only proving that she doesn’t understand either men or percentages.

Money doesn’t give you any license to relax. It gives you an opportunity to use all your abilities, free of financial worries, to go forward, and to use your superior advantages and talents to help others.

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?

I have come to the conclusion that the most important element in human life is faith.

Money is never to be squandered or spent ostentatiously. Some of the greatest people in history have lived lives of the greatest simplicity.

Now I am in my eighties, and I have known the joys and sorrows of a full life. Age, however, has its privileges. One is to reminisce, and another is to reminisce selectively.

I am in agreement with everything my father taught me and nothing my mother taught me.

Though my father was Norwegian, he always wrote his diaries in perfect English.

It’s not the men in your life that matters, it’s the life in your men.

With my kids, they’re told 75 times a day that they’re loved.

Even when I was rebelling against my father, the point was to follow my own intuition and instinct.

It’s natural that anyone is compared to their father.

As a father you need to do everything, be it playing games with your kids, gyming with them, or for that matter cutting their hair.

I was glad my father was an eye-smiler. It meant he never gave me a fake smile because it’s impossible to make your eyes twinkle if you aren’t feeling twinkly yourself.