I would teach U. K. parents how to stop their children throwing litter. London is a beautiful city but its streets are disgusting.
An old novel has a history of its own.
Failure and success are not accidents, but the strictest justice.
To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
To have to die is a distinction of which no man is proud.
Most brilliant star upon the crest of Time Is England. England!
When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it.
The mind naturally makes progress, and the will naturally clings to objects; so that for want of right objects, it will attach itself to wrong ones.
What's that smell?" I froze. What? Did I really smell so distasteful he had only to lean in my direction to catch a putrid whiff of me? I stayed the urge to break his freaking nose for pointing out my stinkiness. He sniffed again. "I can't place it. " "How bad is it?" I asked, my cheeks heating. "It's good. Some kind of flower. " My first thought: Hurray! I don't stink. My second: Ohmygod!