An Artist's Saddest Secrets Are Those That

Pittsburgh Was Even More Vital, More Creative, More Hungry For Culture Than New York. Pittsburgh Was The Birthplace Of My Writing.

The History Of Every Country Begins In The Heart Of A Man Or A Woman.

The Fact That I Was A Girl Never Damaged My Ambitions To Be A Pope Or An Emperor.

Now That Stevenson Is Dead I Can Think Of But One English- Speaking Author Who Is Really Keeping His Self-respect And Sticking Forperfection. Of Course I Refer To That Mighty Master Of Language And Keen Student Of Human Actions And Motives, Henry James.

Loyal? As Loyal As Anyone Who Plays Second Fiddle Ever Is.