It is human nature to instinctively rebel at obscurity or ordinariness.

There is no solid satisfaction in any career for a woman like myself. There is no home, no true freedom, no hope, no joy, no expectation for tomorrow, no contentment. I would rather cook a meal for a man and bring him his slippers and feel myself in the protection of his arms than have all the citations and awards and honors I have received worldwide, including the Ribbon of Legion of Honor and my property and my bank accounts. They mean nothing to me. And I am only one among the millions of sad women like myself.

The budget should be balanced, the Treasury should be refilled, public debt should be reduced, the arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and the assistance to foreign lands should be curtailed lest Rome become bankrupt. People must again learn to work, instead of living on public assistance.

Reading, not just an escape, but an exercise in living.

Despair is sometimes the great energizer of the mind, though sometimes its flowering may be sterile.

Character, I am sure, lies in the genes.

Corrupt citizens breed corrupt rulers, and it is the mob who finally decides when virtue shall die.