City and Everyday Life

In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stage-coach.

The city is recruited from the country.

THE LOWEST AND VILEST ALLEYS IN LONDON DO NOT PRESENT A MORE DREADFUL RECORD OF SIN THAN DOES THE SMILING AND BEAUTIFUL COUNTRYSIDE.

A large city cannot be experientially known; its life is too manifold for any individual to be able to participate in it.

City life is millions of people being lonesome together.

A SMALL COUNTRY TOWN IS NOT THE PLACE IN WHICH ONE WOULD CHOOSE TO QUARREL WITH A WIFE; EVERY HUMAN BEING IN SUCH PLACES IS A SPY.

PARIS IS A WOMAN BUT LONDON IS AN INDEPENDENT MAN PUFFING HIS PIPE IN A PUB.

Of course I have played outdoor games. I once played dominoes in an open-air cafe in Paris.

Incessant company is as bad as solitary confinement.

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;

Earth has not anything to show more fair:

The scratching of pimples on the body of the bootboy at Claridges.

Examine for a moment an ordinary mind on an ordinary day.

I dreamed in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth,

Any one who has been to an English public school will always feel comparatively at home in prison. It is the people brought up in the gay intimacy of the slums, Paul learned, who find prison so soul-destroying.

I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.

To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black.

It is the folly of too many, to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom.

Complacencies of the peignoir, and late

In the United States there is more space where nobody is than where anybody is. That is what makes America what it is.

Hell is a city much like London.

A l’aurore, armés d’une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides villes.

And when night