London Is The Epitome Of Our Times,

In A World Of Infinite Choice People Are Struggling To Figure Out What To Do.

I Look On Sculpture As History. I Do Not Think The Apollo And The Jove Impossible In Flesh And Blood. Every Trait The Artist Recorded In Stone, He Had Seen In Life, And Better Than His Copy.

Every Sweet Has Its Sour; Every Evil Its Good.

The Finest Wits Have Their Sediment.

The Only Thing Grief Has Taught Me Is To Know How Shallow It Is.