What a different world it was when I first sailed for Europe in 1930, with my mother, sister, and brother to spend six months abroad.

Houses are one of my passions. I probably should have been an interior decorator.

that strange conflict in the American character: we pride ourselves on being the melting pot of the world but we insist on regarding most immigrants with suspicion.

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.

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

A flame burns brightest just before it goes out.

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