Public speaking is done in the public tongue, the national or tribal language; and the language of our tribe is the men's language.... Of course women learn it. We're not dumb. If you can tell Margaret Thatcher from Ronald Reagan, or Indira Gandhi from General Somoza, by anything they say, tell me how. This is a man's world, so it talks a man's language.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Margaret: Some people have life made for them. Frank: That's right, Mrs. Hammond, and some people make it for themselves. It'...s about time you took that ton of rock off your shoulders.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
MR. BLAKE,--I received your letter just as I was rushing to Fire Island beach to recover what remained of Margaret Fuller, and rea...d it on the way. That event and its train, as much as anything, have prevented my answering it before. It is wisest to speak when you are spoken to. I will now endeavor to reply, at the risk of having nothing to say. I find that actual events, notwithstanding the singular prominence which we all allow them, are far less real than the creations of my imagination. They are truly visionary and insignificant,--all that we commonly call life and death,--and affect me less than my dreams. This petty stream which from time to time swells and carries away the mills and bridges of our habitual life, and that mightier stream or ocean on which we securely float,--what makes the difference between them? I have in my pocket a button which I ripped off the coat of the Marquis of Ossoli, on the seashore, the other day. Held up, it intercepts the light,--an actual button,--and yet all the life that it is connected with is less substantial to me, and interests me less, than my faintest dream. Our thoughts are the epochs in our lives: all else is but as a journal of the winds that blew while we were here.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
. . . the ship struck at ten minutes after four A.M., and all hands, being mostly in their nightclothes, made haste to the forecas...tle, the water coming in at once. There they remained; the passengers in the forecastle, the crew above it, doing what they could. Every wave lifed the forecastle roof and washed over those within. The first man got ashore at nine; many from nine to noon. At flood-tide, about half past three o'clock, when the ship broke up entirely, they came out of the forecastle, and Margaret sat with her back to the foremast, with her hands on her knees, her husband and child already drowned. A great wave came and washed her aft. The steward (?) had just before taken her child and started for shore. Both were drowned.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Thatcher: Now tell me honestly, my boy. Don't you think it's rather unwise to continue this philanthropic enterprise, this Inquire...r that's costing you a million dollars a year? Charles Foster Kane: You're right, Mr. Thatcher. I did lose a million dollars last year. I expect to lose a million dollars next year. You know, Mr. Thatcher, at the rate of a million dollars a year, I'll have to close this place in sixty years.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Thatcher: You're too old to call me "Mr. Thatcher," Charles. Charles Foster Kane: You're too old to be called anything else. ...You were always too old.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome.... Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long: But in the course of one revolving moon Was chemist, fiddler, statesman and buffoon.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »