London Is A Huge Shop, With A

Life, I Fancy, Would Very Often Be Insupportable, But For The Luxury Of Self Compassion.

That Is One Of The Bitter Curses Of Poverty; It Leaves No Right To Be Generous.

Parks Are But Pavement Disguised With A Growth Of Grass.

It Is Familiarity With Life That Makes Time Speed Quickly. When Every Day Is A Step In The Unknown, As For Children, The Days Are Long With Gathering Of Experience . . .

For One Thing, I Know Every Book Of Mine By Its Scent.