Being a reporter seems a ticket out to the world.

When Harvard men say they have graduated from Radcliffe, then we’ve made it.

A camel makes an elephant feel like a jet plane.

Whenever I was upset by something in the papers, Jack always told me to be more tolerant, like a horse flicking away flies in the summer.

The first time you marry for love, the second for money, and the third for companionship.

The only routine with me is no routine at all.

Dear God, please take care of your servant John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

I want minimum information given with maximum politeness.

I think the best thing I can do is to be a distraction. A husband lives and breathes his work all day long. If he comes home to more table thumping, how can the poor man ever relax?

There are two kinds of women, those who want power in the world and those who want power in bed.

The one thing I do not want to be called is First Lady. It sounds like a saddle horse.

He didn’t even have the satisfaction of being killed for civil rights. it had to be some silly little Communist.

I’ll be a wife and mother first, then First Lady.

I don’t understand it. Jack will spend any amount of money to buy votes but he balks at investing a thousand dollars in a beautiful painting.

It looks like it’s been furnished by discount stores.

There are many little ways to enlarge your child’s world. Love of books is the best of all.

I always wanted to be some kind of writer or newspaper reporter. But after college… I did other things.

Sex is a bad thing because it rumples the clothes.

I want to live my life, not record it.

Now, I think that I should have known that he was magic all along. I did know it – but I should have guessed that it would be too much to ask to grow old with and see our children grow up together. So now, he is a legend when he would have preferred to be a man.

What is sad for women of my generation is that they weren’t supposed to work if they had families. What were they going to do when the children are grown – watch the raindrops coming down the window pane?

Can anyone understand how it is to have lived in the White House and then, suddenly, to be living alone as the President’s widow?

If you bungle raising your children, I don’t think whatever else you do matters very much.

Being a reporter seems a ticket out to the world.

An Editor becomes kind of your mother. You expect love and encouragement from an Editor.

I don’t think there are any men who are faithful to their wives.

Even though people may be well known, they hold in their hearts the emotions of a simple person for the moments that are the most important of those we know on earth: birth, marriage and death.