When the rich think about the poor, they have poor ideas.
Time is my greatest enemy.
There are some oligarchs that make me want to bite them just as one crunches into a carrot or a radish.
Keeping books on social aid is capitalistic nonsense. I just use the money for the poor. I can't stop to count it.
I have one thing that counts, and that is my heart; it burns in my soul, it aches in my flesh, and it ignites my nerves: that is my love for the people and Peron.
I am only a simple woman who lives to serve Peron and my people.
I know that, like every woman of the people, I have more strength than I appear to have.
My biggest fear in life is to be forgotten.
I had watched for many years and seen how a few rich families held much of Argentina's wealth and power in their hands. So Peron and the government brought in an eight hour working day, sickness pay and fair wages to give poor workers a fair go.
In government, one actress is enough.
The nation's government has just handed me the bill that grants us our civil rights. I am receiving it before you, certain that I am accepting this on behalf of all Argentinean women, and I can feel my hands tremble with joy as they grasp the laurel proclaiming victory.
To convince oneself that one has the right to live decently takes time.
If I have to apply five turns to the screw each day for the happiness of Argentina, I will do it.
I demanded more rights for women because I know what women had to put up with.
Where there is a worker, there lies a nation.