Margaret Millar

I smoke in moderation, only one cigar at a time.

If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, then all possibility of life is destroyed.

A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.

I don’t follow what everybody else does.

A new breeze is blowing, and a world refreshed by freedom seems reborn; for in man’s heart, if not in fact, the day of the dictator is over. The totalitarian era is passing, its old ideas blown away like leaves from an ancient, lifeless tree.

Patriotism is the willingness to kill and be killed for trivial reasons.

Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, I’m going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that’s tough. I am going to snow anyway.

As we advance in life we learn the limits of our abilities.

Let us endeavor to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

We live in an age when pizza gets to your home before the police.

Trouble with the world today is people don’t go to children enough. I don’t like old people. I stay away from them.

In a mad world, only the mad are sane.

I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times, the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right.

I no longer feel the need of seeking out conscious Americanism. Because we live here and work here, we can be certain that when our music is mature it will also be American in quality.

Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently.