I came to Washington to work for God, FDR, and the millions of forgotten, plain common workingmen.

Being a woman has only bothered me in climbing trees.

The accusation that I am a woman is incontrovertible.

But with the slow menace of a glacier, depression came on. No one had any measure of its progress; no one had any plan for stopping it. Everyone tried to get out of its way.

You can always get sympathy by using the word small. With little industries you feel as you do about a little puppy.

This leads to a question - if a great many people are for a certain project, is it necessarily right? If the vast majority is for it, is it even more certainly right? This, to be sure, is one of the tricky points of democracy. The minority often turns out to be right, and though one believes in the efficacy of the democratic process, one has also to recognize that the demand of the many for a particular project at a particular time may mean only disaster.

I came to Washington to work for God, FDR, and the millions of forgotten, plain common workingmen.