Lucille Kallen Quotes

A man's home is his castle, and his wife is the janitor

My idea of success was to be a boy - possibly because my brothers, Leon and Arthur, were my father's pride and joy, whereas he had to be introduced to me several times before he got it firmly planted in his mind that I was part of the family.

Unemployed writers have muses. Employed writers just sweat.

A woman can do anything she wants as long as she doesn't do anything she wants! She can go anywhere she likes as long as she stays put!

Nobody's ever satisfied until they've been dead a good week.

My husband believed that all women who want to should be free, equal, independent, creative, well informed, and lead stimulating, interesting lives. Except me.

Military intelligence is a meaningless phrase because the two words are mutually exclusive.

Tell people the truth, they laugh. The truth is so tragic they have to pretend it's a joke.

Monstrous behavior is the order of the day. I'll tell you when to be shocked. When something human and decent happens!

People of character don’t allow the environment to dictate their style.

[Law] is one part justice to nine parts expediency. Who needs it.

Well, I thought, as I tidied up the kitchen, there's no question that a man who works all week needs to relax on the weekend. There's no question about that. There's only a question about this: What about a woman who works all week?

Fortunately, like all good things, Christmas Day does come to an end.

Beware the beguiled, they do their own beguiling.

There are some men who possess a quality which goes way beyond romantic or even sexual appeal, a quality which literally enslaves. It has very little to do with looks and nothing at all to do with youth, because there are some quite mature and unathletic specimens who have it. It's an expression in the eyes, an aura of being in control, and responsible, or something easy and powerful in the stance, or who knows.

A lawyer's relationship to justice and wisdom is on a par with a piano tuner's relationship to a concert. He neither composes the music, nor interprets it-he merely keeps the machinery running.

I read it plain on his face, an implacable determination to get at the truth. C.B. Greenfield had mounted his mental charger, and he had a second horse waiting for me.

I find the scientific mind horrendous. All those brains and not a moral imperative between them.

No mass appeal. Ergo no profit. Ergo no use. The current World Credo.

Kinsey Millhone is a female Sam Spade; a thorough professional, a loner, clear-headed and unsentimental.