Clare Boothe Luce
Clare Boothe Luce (March 10, 1903 – October 9, 1987) was the first American woman appointed to a major ambassadorial post abroad. A versatile author, she is best known for her 1936 hit play The Women, which had an all-female cast. Her writings extended from drama and screen scenarios to fiction, journalism, and war reportage. She was the wife of Henry Luce, publisher of Time, Life and Fortune.
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“You see few people here in America who really care very much about living a Christian life in a democratic world.”
—Clare Boothe Luce (1903–1987)
“Communism is the opiate of the intellectuals [with] no cure except as a guillotine might be called a cure for dandruff.”
—Clare Boothe Luce (1903–1987)
“A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self—in the mirror of some woman’s eyes.”
—Clare Boothe Luce (1903–1987)
“You see few people here in America who really care very much about living a Christian life in a democratic world.”
—Clare Boothe Luce (1903–1987)
“I hid my love when young till I
Couldn’t bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my life to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where’er I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good-bye.”
—John Clare (1793–1864)
“A deer in the body of a woman, living resentfully in the Hollywood zoo.”
—Clare Boothe Luce (1903–1987)