If this was love, love had been overrated.
The fatal futility of Fact.
London is on the whole the most possible form of life.
The artist is present in every page of every book from which he sought so assiduously to eliminate himself.
Experience was to be taken as showing that one might get a five-pound note as one got a light for a cigarette; but one had to check the friendly impulse to ask for it in the same way.
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.