...surely I could give him--a sort of contentment... That isn't enough to give. Not for the giver.

People's clothes ought to be buried with them.

It came to me that Hyde Park has never belonged to London - that it has always been , in spirit, a stretch of countryside; and that it links the Londons of all periods together most magically - by remaining forever unchanged at the heart of a ever-changing town.

Perhaps it would really be rather dull to be married and settled for life. Liar! It would be heaven.

Ham with mustard is a meal of glory

I'm convinced England's overflowing with eccentric people, places, happenings. Indeed, you might say eccentricity's normal in England.

I have noticed that rooms which are extra clean feel extra cold