How beautiful! when the wood smoke goes up straight and the pepper trees stand unstirring, and behind the screen of tall Eucalyptus trees, the fallen sun glows, a long slow fire over the sea, and the lavender colour mist rises between. How beautiful the mountains, behind us, remote in the late light, a little unearthly! The loveliness of these evenings moves the heart; and of the mornings, shining, cool, fragrant. There is something in it all of that dream of Paradise...citováno v RUSSELL, John Taylor. Strangers in Paradise. The Hollywood Émigrés 1933-1950. New York : Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1983. s. 90.
