I did not expect to encounter what has beset me since my elevation to the presidency. God knows, I have endeavored to fulfill what I considered to be an honest duty, but I have been mistaken; my motives have been misconstrued and my feelings grossly betrayed.
People think I like to expose my body. But I don't. It's just because the dance moves require it.
Grace misunderstood will always lead to jealousy.
Behind innocence there gathers a clotted mass of superstition, of twisted and misdirected impulse; clandestine flirtation, fads, and ragtime fill the unventilated mind.
Beware! Freedom of speech also includes the freedom to be misunderstood.
I'm friendly - maybe that's taken as flirtatious. Which I don't mind!
During my tenure at the Endowment, I often found that those who did us the most damage did so under the justification of helping us by 'preventing worse language.' In the military it would be called friendly fire. One ends up just as dead.
There are ... two kinds of people in this world, those who long to be understood and those who long to be misunderstood. It is the irony of life that neither is gratified.
I've neither beauty, money, nor rank, yet every foolish boy mistakes my frank interest for something warmer, and makes me miserable. It is my misfortune. Think of me what you will, but beware of me in time, for against my will I may do you harm.
It's tough to be in a relationship with a musician, because it reads sometimes as this ego and self-involvement when it's really just concentration and focus.
The only thing I wish I could figure out is how I got misunderstood regarding the type of person I really am and what I accomplished.
Even when I'm trying to be straightforward and honest and my comments are innocent, inevitably they get turned into something sort of salacious.
