This is a London particular . . . A fog, miss.
Nothing is certain in London but expense.
The more people one knows the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London.
I do not think there is anything deserving the name of society to be found out of London.
This melancholy London- I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
I give you Chicago. It is not London and Harvard. It is not Paris and buttermilk. It is American in every chitling and sparerib. It is alive from snout to tail.
A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.
Flowers are as common in the country as people are in London.
You will recognize, the first sign of age: it is when you go out into the streets of London and realize for the first time how young the policemen look.
In Paris, you learn wit, in London you learn to crush your social rivals, and in Florence you learn poise.
I left it because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.
Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be.
By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show.
Crowds without company, and dissipation without pleasure.