Anyone who advises Americans to keep secret information which they may have about spies and saboteurs is himself an enemy of America.

It is not ideal to be the wife of a genius. Your life does not belong to you. It seems to belong to everyone else. Nearly every minute of the day I give to my husband, and that means to the public.

When something struck him as funny, his eyes twinkled merrily and he laughed with his whole being… He was ready for humor.

I have finished my task here.

You are the only sort of man in whose existence I see much hope for in this deplorable world.

I want to go when I want. It is tasteless to prolong life artificially. I have done my share; it is time to go. I will do it elegantly.

In one’s youth every person and every event appear to be unique. With age, one becomes much more aware that similar events recur. Later on, one is less often delighted or surprised, but also less disappointed.

I feel like an egg, of which only the shell remains; at 75 years old, one can’t expect anything else. One should prepare a person for his death.

All of one’s contemporaries and aging friends are living in a delicate balance, and one feels that one’s own consciousness is no longer as brightly lit as it once was. But then, twilight with its more subdued colors has its charms as well.

I am content in my later years. I have kept my good humor and take neither myself nor the next person seriously.