London; A Nation, Not A City.

Destiny Bears Us To Our Lot, And Destiny Is Perhaps Our Own Will.

Nonsense, When Earnest, Is Impressive, And Sometimes Takes You In. If You Are In A Hurry, You Occasionally Mistake It For Sense.

The Unfortunate Are Always Egotistical.

William Gladstone Has Not A Single Redeeming Defect.

Grief Is The Agony Of An Instant. The Indulgence Of Grief The Blunder Of A Life.