Roses just now predominate. There is a satisfying solidity about the bunches, a glorious abundance which, in a commodity so easily enjoyed without ownership, is scarcely credible. I feel no desire to own these huge aggregations of odorous beauty. It would be like owning a harem, one imagines.

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 quali…

'And what are those things at all?' demands my companion, diverted for a moment from the flowers. She nods towards a mass of dull-green affairs piled on mats o…

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