If there’s a pregnancy rumor, people will find out it’s not true when you wind up not being pregnant, like nine months from now, and if there’s a house rumor, they’ll find out it’s not true when you are actively not ever spotted at that house.

Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?

Speculation is only a word covering the making of money out of the manipulation of prices, instead of supplying goods and services.

This is pure speculation, but for a period of time, a lot of getting into a party was through fundraising and volunteer work, and Republican women had more time to do that than democratic women, who were out there getting jobs.

If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my life.

Since I’m the president and Democrats have controlled the House and the Senate, it’s understandable that people are saying, you know, ‚What have you done?‘

One aged man – one man – can’t fill a house.

The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you’ll live 10 times longer than if you have 10. Someday this will be discovered, and people will have a thousand cats and live forever. It’s truly ridiculous.

I’m sick of the tabloids‘ saying I obsess over guys. Why would you obsess over guys? They don’t like it.

People want to act like they know celebrities. They want to see pictures. They want to know where you’re going. They want to hear you talk about your family.

A real Christian is a person who can give his pet parrot to the town gossip.

To my mathematical brain, the numbers alone make thinking about aliens perfectly rational. The real challenge is to work out what aliens might actually be like.

I’m aware that, whatever the circumstances, there will always be speculation about me.

What I worry about would be that you essentially have two chambers, the House and the Senate, but you have simply, majoritarian, absolute power on either side. And that’s just not what the founders intended.

The human race may be the only intelligent beings in the galaxy.

It’s a great thing about being pregnant – you don’t need excuses to pee or to eat.

A house divided against itself cannot stand.

Things in themselves have no life in them. A car can’t comfort or encourage you. A house means nothing if there’s no life and love inside.

Sometimes I’ve been to a party where no one spoke to me for a whole evening. The men, frightened by their wives or sweeties, would give me a wide berth. And the ladies would gang up in a corner to discuss my dangerous character.

I’ve always wanted a baby.

I maintain that, if everyone knew what others said about him, there would not be four friends in the world.

We just bought this house. It’s too big. It’s like 400,000 square feet, or something. We got an indoor lake and ski slope in the house! It’s just too big.

Time destroys the speculation of men, but it confirms nature.

Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

If you look at our current technology level, something strange has to happen to civilisations, and I mean strange in a bad way. And it could be that there are a whole lot of dead, one-planet civilisations.

I will say this: one of the things that is a pain when you’re expecting children is how much advice unsolicited people give you when you’re not asking for it.

You should see what our Founding Fathers used to say to each other and in the early part of our nation. But what they were able to do, especially in Philadelphia in 1787, four months, they argued about what a House should be, what a Senate should be, the power of the president, the Congress, the Supreme Court. And they had to deal with slavery.

My speculation is that the U.S. does not want to establish the principle that it has to defer to some higher authority before carrying out the use of violence.

The mere thought hadn’t even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.

There were plenty of other hominids, but they disappeared, probably because humans exterminated them, but nobody knows for sure.

You can tell more about a person by what he says about others than you can by what others say about him.

Ancient Rome declined because it had a Senate, now what’s going to happen to us with both a House and a Senate?

What is the use of a house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on?

I’m more at home with my log cabins than I am in my house in Cherry Hill.

I have just got a new theory of eternity.

It’s hard to speculate what tomorrow may bring.

Never go to your high school reunion pregnant or they will think that is all you have done since you graduated.

The truth is, somebody is always talking about you, so you have to let it go… if it’s not a part of your God-given destiny.

The only time people dislike gossip is when you gossip about them.

I’ve lived in a big showplace house, and I never want to live again in a house that overshadows me.

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life: he is to furnish, watch, show it, and keep it in repair, the rest of his days.

There is a rumour going around that I have found God. I think this is unlikely because I have enough difficulty finding my keys, and there is empirical evidence that they exist.

The only way I hear gossip is if it’s big enough and loud enough for my friends to bring it up to me. Or if it’s, like, a big untrue ordeal from my publicist – and she hates making that phone call!

If you burn your neighbors house down, it doesn’t make your house look any better.

I’ve… been accused of being involved with every man I’m ever seen with or worked with. Maybe I have, maybe I ain’t. I never tell if I have.

I had my first baby at twenty-one.

A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.

Watch out for the joy-stealers: gossip, criticism, complaining, faultfinding, and a negative, judgmental attitude.

When it comes to gossip, I have to readily admit men are as guilty as women.

I have a nice office. I have a nice house… So I’m not denying myself some great things. I just don’t happen to have expensive hobbies.

My theory of evolution is that Darwin was adopted.

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea.

Some say our national pastime is baseball. Not me. It’s gossip.

It is now quite lawful for a Catholic woman to avoid pregnancy by a resort to mathematics, though she is still forbidden to resort to physics or chemistry.

I’ll think I have a few wonderful friends and all of a sudden, ooh, here it comes. They do a lot of things. They talk about you to the press, to their friends, tell stories, and you know, it’s disappointing.

You know, when you don’t go on TV and talk about how many women you sleep with, some people in Hollywood, that are supposedly ‚in the know,‘ start whispering that you’re gay. If I were gay, I wouldn’t be ashamed to admit it, but I’m not.

Every day or two, I strolled to the village to hear some of the gossip which is incessantly going on there, circulating either from mouth to mouth, or from newspaper to newspaper, and which, taken in homeopathic doses, was really as refreshing in its way as the rustle of leaves and the peeping of frogs.

I like trying to get pregnant. I’m not so sure about childbirth.