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.

Where, after all, do universal human rights begin? In small places, close to home.

It's your life-but only if you make it so.

...without equality there can be no democracy.

I have a great objection to seeing anyone, particularly anyone whom I care about, lose his self-control.

Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.

It seems to me that it is the basic right of any human being to work.