London Is A Huge Shop, With A

Parks Are But Pavement Disguised With A Growth Of Grass.

I Have The Happiness Of A Passing Moment, And What More Can Mortal Ask?

It Is Because Nations Tend Towards Stupidity And Baseness That Mankind Moves So Slowly; It Is Because Individuals Have A Capacity For Better Things That It Moves At All.

To Be At Other People's Orders Brings Out All The Bad In Me.

Perhaps It Is While Drinking Tea That I Most Of All Enjoy The Sense Of Leisure.