Bermuda is the right country for a jaded man to "loaf" in. There are no harassments; the deep peace and quiet of the country sink into one's body and bones and give his conscience a rest and chloroform the legion of invisible small devils that are always trying to whitewash his hair.
- Some Rambling Notes of an Idle Excursion

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There are no newspapers, no telegrams, no mobiles, no trolleys, no trams, no tramps, no railways, no theatres, no noise, no lectures, no riots, no murders, no fires, no burglaries, no politics, no offences of any kind, no follies but church, & I don't go there.
- Letter to Elizabeth Wallace, March 10, 1910

CHICAGO DAILY TRIBUNE, March 17, 1907, p. 4

Mark Twain Seeks Place to Wear White.

Mark Twain, known to the passenger list of the steamer Bermudian as "The Hon. Samuel L. Clemens," sailed today for the summery climes of Bermuda "in search," he said, "of rest, British humor, and an opportunity to appear logical in March in a white suit."

"They say," he observed, as he lit a cigar, "that the combined aroma of crushed onion and Easter lilies is like that which dilate the nostrils of the gods on Parnassus. I'm going to find out."