I received a most amusing postcard the other morning. Unfortunately, it was not signed in a readable manner so I cannot answer it privately. But it comes from Moblie, Ala., and says: 'Dear Mrs. Roosevelt: You have not answered my question, the amount of Negro blood you have in your veins, if any.' I am afraid none of us know how much nor what kind of blood we have in our veins, since chemically it is all the same. And most of us cannot trace our ancestry more than a few generations.

Men have to be reminded that women exist.

You must do the things you think you cannot do.

Education is the cornerstone of liberty.

Do something everyday that scares you.

Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others, you should put a good deal of thought into the happiness that you are able to give.

When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?