What you really are is a Bunburyist. I was quite right in saying you were a Bunburyist. You are one of the most advanced Bunburyists I know.

Political life at Washington is like political life in a suburban vestry.

I never saw so many well-dressed, well-fed, business-looking Bohemians in my life.

If you are not long, I will wait for you all my life.

But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.

God, bless me with luxury. Necessities I can do without.

California is an Italy without its art.