Cars, furs, and gems were not my weaknesses.

I remember the 1940s as a time when we were united in a way known only to that generation. We belonged to a common cause-the war.

I suppose life is a little like that, isn't it, a message in a bottle pitched out to sea, to be carried by the winds and the tides, washing up on the beaches we could never imagine.

In the months leading up to World War II, there was a tendency among many Americans to talk absently about the trouble in Europe. Nothing that happened an ocean away seemed very threatening.

I ask myself: would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm, and instead of shock treatments received rest and quiet and the good medication?

The things we ignore often come back to us in our sleep.

Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties.