"Thus, with beer-drinking, pipe-smoking, song-roaring, and infinite caricaturing of woe, the disorderly procession went its way, recruiting at every step, and all the shops shutting before it. Its destination was the old church of St Pancras, far off in the fields."
"I have always enjoyed cemeteries. Altars for the living as well as resting places for the dead, they are entryways, I think, to any town or city, the best places to become acquainted with the tastes of the inhabitants, both living and gone."
"The beauty of the twentieth century is the charm of the hospital, the grace of the cemetery, of consumption and emaciation. I admit that I have submitted to it all; worse, I have loved with all my heart."
"What an amazing thing is the coming of spring to London. The very pavements seem ready to crack and lift under the denied earth; in the air is a consciousness of life which tells you that if the traffic stopped for a fortnight grass would grow."
(H V Morton)
"I feel this evening that I am too hopelessly and happily corrupted by the richness of London life to ever be right for Dorset, or Vice-versa."