Success is a great healer.
California has all the beauties of youth as well as its idiocies and vices.
The only real rival of love is Art, for that in itself is a deep personal passion, its function an act of creation, fed by some mysterious perversion of sex, and demanding all the imagination's activities.
The world changed somewhat in form during its progress, but never in substance.
In times of panic man seems to exchange his soul for a tail.
Self-admiration giveth much consolation.