Richard Le GallienneThinkers

A Critic is a man created to praise greater men than himself, but he is never able to find them.

London is a great flower that opens but at night. It's a great city of the midnight sun, whose day begins when day is done.

Nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing... but in her vanishings there seems to be ever the waving of a hand, in all her partings a promise of meetings farther along the road.

Paradox is truth standing on its head to attract attention.

Paris is half Angel , half Grisette.