Sylvia Field Porter (June 18, 1913 – June 5, 1991) was an American economist, journalist and author. At the height of her career, her readership was greater than 40 million people.[1][2][3] (wikipedia)
Beware of the danger signals that flag problems: silence, secretiveness, or sudden outburst.
I've learned ruthless concentration. I can write under any circumstances...street noises, loud talk, music, you name it.
The average family exists only on paper and its average budget is a fiction, invented by statisticians for the convenience of statisticians.
One of the soundest rules to remember when making forecasts in the field of economics is that whatever is to happen is happening already.
Money can be translated into the beauty of living.
Money never remains just coins and pieces of paper. Money can be translated into the beauty of living, a support in misfortune, an education, or future security.
For millions, the retirement dream is in reality an economic nightmare. For millions, growing old today means growing poor, being sick, living in substandard housing, and having to scrimp merely to subsist.
I've always been independent, and I don't see how it conflicts with femininity.
I am not and should not be considered an economist.
I had always assumed that people were interested in economic affairs, just as I was. My assumption was justified. The times caught up with me. I was ready. I was there.