The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.

Where there is great love there are always miracles.

The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.

Ah! the terror and the delight of that moment when first we fear ourselves! Until then we have not lived.

Pittsburgh was even more vital, more creative, more hungry for culture than New York. Pittsburgh was the birthplace of my writing.

From two ears that had grown side by side, the grains of one shot up joyfully into the light, projecting themselves into the future, and the grains from the other lay still in the earth and rotted; and nobody knew why.

Ugly accidents happen . . . always have and always will. But the failures are swept back into the pile and forgotten. They don`t leave any lasting scar in the world, and they don`t affect the future. The things that last are the good things. The people who forge ahead and do something, they really count.