The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.
My theory is to enjoy life, but my practice is against it.
Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and all rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.
A babe is fed with milk and praise.
I have been trying all my life to like Scotchmen, and am obliged to desist from the experiment in despair.
Books think for me. I can read anything which I call a book.