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.

A flame burns brightest just before it goes out.

I was not cut out to be a rebel.

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.

I'm not sure I can explain the nature of Jack Kennedy's charm, but he took life just as it came.

For years it never occurred to me to question the judgment of those in charge at the studio.

I do not recall spending long hours in front of a mirror loving my reflection.