The White House Office of Presidential Letters and Messages, one of the busiest offices in the Executive Office of the President (EOP), drafts and reviews letters, messages and proclamations from and signed by the President. During the Presidency of Bill Clinton, the Office annually prepared over 6,000 letters, messages and proclamations.
Famous quotes containing the words office of, office, presidential, letters and/or messages:
“Along the garden-wall the bees
With hairy bellies pass between
The staminate and pistillate,
Blest office of the epicene.”
—T.S. (Thomas Stearns)
“... Washington was not only an important capital. It was a city of fear. Below that glittering and delightful surface there is another story, that of underpaid Government clerks, men and women holding desperately to work that some political pull may at any moment take from them. A city of men in office and clutching that office, and a city of struggle which the country never suspects.”
—Mary Roberts Rinehart (18761958)
“Mr. Roosevelt, this is my principal requestit is almost the last request I shall ever make of anybody. Before you leave the presidential chair, recommend Congress to submit to the Legislatures a Constitutional Amendment which will enfranchise women, and thus take your place in history with Lincoln, the great emancipator. I beg of you not to close your term of office without doing this.”
—Susan B. Anthony (18201906)
“How do we know, then, when a codes been cracked? ... when we are right? ... when do we know if we have even received a message? Why, naturally, when, upon one set of substitutions, sense emerges like the outline under a rubbing; when a single tentative construal leads to several; when all the sullen letters of the code cry TEAM! after YEA! has been, by several hands, uncovered.”
—William Gass (b. 1924)
“All the old supports going, gone, this man reaches out a hand to steady himself on a ledge of rough brick that is warm in the sun: his hand feeds him messages of solidity, but his mind messages of destruction, for this breathing substance, made of earth, will be a dance of atoms, he knows it, his intelligence tells him so: there will soon be war, he is in the middle of war, where he stands will be a waste, mounds of rubble, and this solid earthy substance will be a film of dust on ruins.”
—Doris Lessing (b. 1919)