Between his eyes, there were four lines, the marks of such misery as children should never feel. He spoke with that wonderful whisky voice that so many Spanish children have, and he was a tough and entire little boy.
Problems are the price of progress. Don't bring me anything but trouble. Good news weakens me.
Ivan Allen, Politician (1911) |
Alan Bean, Astronaut (1932) |
Wolcott Gibbs, Writer (1902) |
Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Judge (1933) |
Renny Harlin, Director (1959) |
Harold L. Ickes, Politician (1874) |
Andrew Jackson, President (1767) |
Arthur Adamov, Playwright (1970) |
Harry Callahan, Photographer (1999) |
Rachel Field, Novelist (1942) |