No news at 4:30 a.m. is good.

I have learned something about the job of being the President's wife. She is not chosen by anyone except her husband and she really has no obligations except to him.

Flowers in the city are like lipstick on a woman-it just makes you look better to have a little color.

It is wonderful to be in on the creation of something, see it used, and then walk away and smile at it.

Some may wonder why I chose wildflowers when there are hunger and unemployment and the big bomb in the world. Well, I, for one, think we will survive, and I hope that along the way we can keep alive our experience with the flowering earth. For the bounty of nature is also one of the deep needs of man.

I love Washington, but it is a self-important town.

When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I'll know I'm growing old.