Nowhere probably is there more true feeling, and nowhere worse taste, than in a churchyard.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
As to London we must console ourselves with the thought that if life outside is less poetic than it was in the days of old, inwardly its poetry is much deeper.
Many good purposes lie in the churchyard.
They say it's better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.
Sometimes it feels as if everything in life is just something we haul into the grave.
Existence itself does not feel horrible; it feels like an ecstasy, rather, which we have only to be still to experience.
I'm happiest in an empty church. I love the smell of a church.
These funerals always appear to me the more indecent in a populous city, from the total indifference of the beholders, and the perfect unconcern with which they are beheld.
When you're on this major English estate, breathing in the English air, and it's untouched, you can feel its presence. It's a whole different feel. It really felt like we were there living it. It didn't feel modern, ever.
The lowest and vilest alleys of London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.
There's nowhere else like London. Nothing at all, anywhere.