I wonder in what fields today He chases dragonflies in play – My little boy, who ran away.
Rare is the union of beauty and purity.
Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams.
ALL HAIL THE HYPNOSNAIL
The stable wears out a horse more than the road.
Nature answers only when she is questioned
London goes beyond any boundary or convention. It contains every wish or word ever spoken, every action or gesture ever made, every harsh or noble statement ever expressed. It is illimitable. It is Infinite London.
The bards sublime, / Whose distant footsteps echo / Through the corridors of Time.
Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months. — Oscar Wilde
We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.