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Posted: 10/14/08 at 6:43pm
still as amazing as they were then...
• Because I am a woman, I must make unusual efforts to succeed. If I fail, no one will say, "She doesn't have what it takes." They will say, "Women don't have what it takes.
• Thoughts have no sex.
• Male supremacy has kept woman down. It has not knocked her out.
• If God had wanted us to think with our wombs, why did he give us a brain?
• Censorship, like charity, should begin at home, but unlike charity, it should end there.
• No good deed goes unpunished.
• There are no hopeless situations; there are only men who have grown helpless about them.
• Courage is the ladder on which all the other virtues mount.
• Love is a verb.
• In the final analysis there is no other solution to man's progress but the day's honest work, the day's honest decision, the day's generous influences, and the day's good deed.
• All autobiographies are alibi-ographies.
• They say women talk too much. If you have worked in Congress, you know that the filibuster was invented by men.
• A man's home may seem to be his castle on the outside; inside, it is more often his nursery.
• A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.
• Money can't buy happiness, but it can make you awfully comfortable while you're being miserable.
• A woman's best production is a little money of her own.
• There is nothing harder than the softness of indifference.
• Advertising has done more to cause the social unrest of the 20th century than any other single factor.
• Communism is the opiate of the intellectuals with no cure except as a guillotine might be called a cure for dandruff.
• Nature abhors a virgin -- a frozen asset.
• I'm in my anecdotage.
• I don't have a warm personal enemy left. They've all died off. I miss them terribly because they helped define me.
• Lying increases the creative faculties, expands the ego, and lessens the frictions of social contacts.
• They are vulgar and dirty-minded and alien to grace, and I would not, if I could, which I hasten to say I cannot, cross their obscenities with a wit which is foreign to them and gild their futilities with the glamour which by birth and breeding and performance they do not
• Because I am a woman, I must make unusual efforts to succeed. If I fail, no one will say, "She doesn't have what it takes." They will say, "Women don't have what it takes.
• Thoughts have no sex.
• Male supremacy has kept woman down. It has not knocked her out.
• If God had wanted us to think with our wombs, why did he give us a brain?
• Censorship, like charity, should begin at home, but unlike charity, it should end there.
• No good deed goes unpunished.
• There are no hopeless situations; there are only men who have grown helpless about them.
• Courage is the ladder on which all the other virtues mount.
• Love is a verb.
• In the final analysis there is no other solution to man's progress but the day's honest work, the day's honest decision, the day's generous influences, and the day's good deed.
• All autobiographies are alibi-ographies.
• They say women talk too much. If you have worked in Congress, you know that the filibuster was invented by men.
• A man's home may seem to be his castle on the outside; inside, it is more often his nursery.
• A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.
• Money can't buy happiness, but it can make you awfully comfortable while you're being miserable.
• A woman's best production is a little money of her own.
• There is nothing harder than the softness of indifference.
• Advertising has done more to cause the social unrest of the 20th century than any other single factor.
• Communism is the opiate of the intellectuals with no cure except as a guillotine might be called a cure for dandruff.
• Nature abhors a virgin -- a frozen asset.
• I'm in my anecdotage.
• I don't have a warm personal enemy left. They've all died off. I miss them terribly because they helped define me.
• Lying increases the creative faculties, expands the ego, and lessens the frictions of social contacts.
• They are vulgar and dirty-minded and alien to grace, and I would not, if I could, which I hasten to say I cannot, cross their obscenities with a wit which is foreign to them and gild their futilities with the glamour which by birth and breeding and performance they do not
It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story...
AGATHA CHRISTIE, Life magazine, May 14, 1956
