Eleanor Roosevelt

The giving of love is an education in itself.

Understanding is a two-way street.

Anyone who thinks must think of the next war as they would of suicide.

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

Courage is exhilarating.

Women are like tea bags. You never know how strong they are until they are in hot water.

Don’t forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he wanted. He lived happily ever after.

The rich mind lies in the sun and sleeps, and is Nature.

Peace has its victories, but it takes brave men and women to win them.

In the multitude of middle-aged men who go about their vocations in a daily course determined for them much in the same way as the tie of their cravats, there is always a good number who once meant to shape their own deeds and alter the world a little.

The first step, my son, which one makes in the world, is the one on which depends the rest of our days.

I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

All censorships exist to prevent anyone from challenging current conceptions and existing institutions. All progress is initiated by challenging current conceptions, and executed by supplanting existing institutions. Consequently the first condition of progress is the removal of censorships. There is the whole case against censorships in a nutshell.

Quotation is the highest compliment you can pay to an author.

He is rich who is content with the least; for contentment is the wealth of nature.

But men must know, that in this theatre of man’s life it is reserved only for God and angels to be lookers on.

I can reason down or deny everything, except this perpetual Belly: feed he must and will, and I cannot make him respectable.

The golden rule is that there are no golden rules.

Regardless of who you are or what you have been, you can be what you want to be.

A banker is a fellow who lends his umbrella when the sun is shining and wants it back the minute it begins to rain.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.