I would say that President Roosevelt probably was more intimately in touch with the press corps at the White House than President Truman was.

Write about society as news and treat it like sociology.

By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.

And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.

The stars that have most glory have no rest.

The wise are above books.

We come to know best what men are, in their worse jeopardizes.