It Is Strange, Is It Not, How

Yet, Like The Sea And The Gallows, London Refuses Nobody.

London Goes Beyond Any Boundary Or Convention.it Contains Every Wish Or Word Ever Spoken, Every Action Or Gesture Ever Made, Every Harsh Or Noble Statement Ever Expressed. It Is Illimitable. It Is Infinite London.

One Can Forgive Shakespeare Anything, Except One's Own Bad Lines.

I Wanted To Be A Poet When I Was 20; I Had No Interest In Fiction Or Biography And Precious Little Interest In History, But Those Three Elements In My Life Have Become The Most Important.

I Am In The Pitte, But I Have Gone So Deep That I Can See The Brightness Of The Starres At Noon.