The thing women must do to rise to power is to redefine their femininity. Once, power was considered a masculine attribute. In fact, power has no sex.
A mistake is simply another way of doing things.
No one can avoid aging, but aging productively is something else.
To love what you do and feel that it matters how could anything be more fun?
The press these days should be rather careful about its role. We may have acquired some tendencies about over-involvement that we had better overcome.
I truly believed that other people in my position didn't make mistakes; I couldn't see that everybody makes them, even people with great experience.
If one is rich and one's a woman, one can be quite misunderstood.
So few grown women like their lives.
If we had failed to pursue the facts as far as they led, we would have denied the public any knowledge of an unprecedented scheme of political surveillance and sabotage.
There are some things the general public does not need to know and shouldn't. I believe democracy flourishes when the government can take legitimate steps to keep its secrets, and when the press can decide whether to print what it knows.
Once, power was considered a masculine attribute. In fact, power has no sex.
At least through most of the 1960s, I basically lived in a man's world, hardly speaking to a woman all day except to the secretaries. But I was almost totally unaware of myself as an oddity and had no comprehension of the difficulties faced by working women in our organization and elsewhere.
In my first year or so at the 'Post,' I began to write with some frequency on the least important issues - so-called light editorials. The titles themselves are revealing of just how light: 'On Being a Horse,' 'Brains and Beauty,' 'Mixed Drinks,' 'Lou Gehrig,' and 'Spotted Fever.'
Dean Acheson was one of the very best and brightest of the men who ever came to Washington.
Family ownership provides the independence that is sometimes required to withstand governmental pressure and preserve freedom of the press.
For more than eight decades, Washington has been my hometown. My whole orientation is toward this place.
In large families, it seems it is hardest to be either the first or the last child. That was certainly true in ours.
Mountain climbing was one of Mother's favorite occupations, but she never succeeded in inculcating this passion in any of us.
My mother seemed to undermine so much of what I did, subtly belittling my choices and my activities in light of her greater, more important ones.
One doesn't soon forget the natural beauty of Washington, although those of us who live here do sometimes take it for granted.