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However, in the spirit of equal time, here are some Clare Booth Luce quotes:
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 possess.
Quite passionate with just a soupηon of bitterness.
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