one never knows really how things are with other people, they just do always seem more spirited than oneself somehow.

Nothing is more wistful than the scent of lilac, nor more robust than its woody stalk, for we must remember that it is a tree as well as a flower, we must try not to forget this.

People who are always praising the past And especially the time of faith as best Ought to go and live in the Middle Ages And be burnt at the stake as witches and sages.

This Englishwoman is so refined, She has no bosom and no behind.

Why does my muse only speak when she is uhnhappy? She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy.

If there wasn't death, I think you couldn't go on.

Life in the [London] suburb is richer at the lower levels. At these levels the people are not self-conscious at all, they are at liberty to be as eccentric as they please, they do not know that they are eccentric.