I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.

We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.

The world seemed to me fine because you were in it, and goodness more real because you lived.

California is an Italy without its art.

The one person who has more illusions than the dreamer is the man of action.

What a fuss people make about fidelity!" exclaimed Lord Henry. "Why, even in love it is purely a question for physiology. It has nothing to do with our own will. Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless, and cannot: that is all one can say.

Better the rule of One, whom all obey, than to let clamorous demagogues betray our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.