London Is The Epitome Of

[t]omorrow Is A New Day. You Shall Begin It Well & Serenely, & With Too High A Spirit To Be Cumbered With Your Old Nonsense. This Day ... Is Too Dear With Its Hopes & Invitations To Waste A Moment On The Rotten Yesterdays.

But A Compassion For That Which Is Not And Cannot Be Useful And Lovely, Is Degrading And Futile.

Every Hero Becomes A Bore At Last.

He Takes Men Out Of Time And Makes Them Feel Eternity.

The State Must Follow, And Not Lead, The Character And Progress Of The Citizen.