I am utterly, consummately intense, wearing sunflowers and poppies and dahlias in my buttonhole.

I am a great admirer of mystery and magic. Look at this life - all mystery and magic.

Sometimes people think I'm wearing a wig when I'm not wearing a wig, and then sometimes they think I'm not wearing a wig when I am wearing a wig.

It seems to me we are now, since 1789, going through the same sort of process of regeneration the Roman world went through between 300 and 500. It is only to be hoped all civilization will not again be destroyed by the anarchists.

I am a greedy, selfish bastard. I want the fact that I existed to mean something.

I am richer than Davy Crockett. I can settle back and do what I want to do. And what I want to do is card tricks and magic.