London is always beautiful to those who love and understand that extraordinary microcosm; but at five of a summer morning there is about her an exquisite quality of youthful fragrance and debonair freshness which goes to the heart.

Responsibility's like a string we can only see the middle of. Both ends are out of sight.

Roses just now predominate. There is a satisfying solidity about the bunches, a glorious abundance which, in a commodity so easily enjoyed without ownership, i…

People don't ever seem to realise that doing what's right's no guarantee against misfortune.