Classic art was the art of necessity: modern romantic art bears the stamp of caprice and chance.
Talent and intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice of the fates.
Never lose sight of the fact that all human felicity lies in man's imagination and that he cannot think to attain it unless he heeds all his caprices. The most fortunate of persons is he who has the most means to satisfy his vagaries.
I can't wait to be that age and hanging out with a bunch of people hanging out all day playing golf and going to the beach all my own age. We'd be laughing and having a good time and getting loopy on our prescription drugs. Driving golf carts around. I can't wait.