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“ | When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford. | ” |
“ | Ah! my poor dear child, the truth is, that in London it is always a sickly season. Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be. | ” |
“ | I've been walking about London for the last thirty years, and I find something fresh in it every day. | ” |
“ | London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained. | ” |
“ | London is a bad habit one hates to lose. | ” |
“ | I don’t know what London’s coming to—the higher the buildings the lower the morals. | ” |
“ | London doesn’t love the latent or the lurking, has neither time, nor taste, nor sense for anything less discernible than the red flag in front of the steam-roller. It wants cash over the counter and letters ten feet high. | ” |
“ | You are now In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more. Yet in its depth what treasures! |
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“ | Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner, That I love London so; Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner, That I think of her wherever I go. I get a funny feeling inside of me, Just walking up and down; Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner, That I love London town. |
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“ | London, thou art the flour of cities all! | ” |
“ | London goes beyond any boundary or convention. It contains every wish or word ever spoken, every action or gesture ever made, every harsh or noble statement ever expressed. It is illimitable. It is Infinite London. | ” |
“ | By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show. | ” |
“ | London is a modern Babylon. | ” |
“ | London is a splendid place to live in for those who can get out of it. | ” |
“ | A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head—and there is London Town. |
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— Lord Byron, Don Juan (1818–24), Canto X, Stanza 82 |