Typical London Quotes & Sayings

One could say that what differentiates ancient from modern philosophy is the fact that, in ancient philosophy, it was not only Chrysippus or Epicurus who, just because they had developed a philosophical discourse, were considered philosophers. Rather, every person who lived according to the precepts of Chrysippus or Epicurus was every bit as much a philosopher as they. — Pierre Hadot

During the intensive rocket bombing of London in World War II, it was generally believed that the bombing could not be random because a map of the hits revealed conspicuous gaps. Some suspected that German spies were located in the unharmed areas. A careful statistical analysis revealed that the distribution of hits was typical of a random process - and typical as well in evoking a strong impression that it was not random. "To the untrained eye," Feller remarks, "randomness appears as regularity or tendency to cluster. — Daniel Kahneman

It was just a typical London flat, but it was in a great neighborhood. It was across from the Playboy Club, diagonally. From one balcony you could read the time from Big Ben, and from the other balcony you could watch the bunnies go up and down. — Harry Nilsson

You!" he cried. "You never hated because you never lived. I know what you are all of you, from first to last
you are the people in power! You are the police
the great, fat smiling men in blue and buttons! You are the Law, and you have never been broken. But is there a free soul alive that does not long to break you, only because you have never been broken? — G.K. Chesterton

God exists only if adored
Time is nothing if one has not dreamed
("Painting") — Pierre Reverdy

Literature in its most comprehensive sense is the autobiography of humanity. — Bernard Berenson

It was funny the way memory obliged the heart. His happy recollections were always afloat in his soupy subconscious where so many of his darker memories had sunk to the underbelly of his past and been as good as lost forever. But without conscious instruction, memory had edited and enlarged the finest moments of his life and stored them like masterpieces in the private gallery of his personal history. — Nanci Kincaid

In life there are no Unities, but three Incomprehensibles: Destiny, Man, and Woman. — Pearl Mary Teresa Craigie

Your brain can't tell the difference between something you vividly imagine and something you actually experience. — Anthony Robbins

I think, for the most part, our culture embraces that artists are born, not made. — Chris Van Allsburg

In the past, people couldn't place me. They thought that I was Danish or English or French. They never got that I am Italian. I'm not typical, maybe because my visual education was very mixed. There was a lot of London in my aesthetic: The Face, i-D, British music, and a lot of British fashion ... But I really enjoy this contrast. — Italo Zucchelli

As a typical Londoner, Gurcan had a high tolerance for random thoughtlessness; after all, if you live in the big city there's no point complaining that it's a big city, but even that tolerance has its limit and the name of that limit is 'taking the piss'. — Ben Aaronovitch

In certain moods, no man can weigh this world without throwing in something, somehow like Original Sin, to strike the uneven balance. — Herman Melville

Strange how much simple wisdom there is to be found in the deformed head and unprepossessing carcase of your typical London cabbie. — Auberon Waugh

Do not expect much from humans. Expect much more from God. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The typical Scottish writer of the nineteenth century went down to London with great talents, sometimes even genius, attempted for a short time to work in the English tradition for an English public and then, having drifted through hack journalism, either starved to death in a garret or took his own life. — Sydney Goodsir Smith

The only way that a government can provide for jobs for all citizens is by deciding what every man should do. — H.L. Mencken

So, baseball is probably more physical of the two mentally. — Bo Jackson

The common where we had walked the previous evening was a deserted tract of land, typical of Surrey, looking as if it might be miles from any habitation, while only a few deciduous trees divided it from country studded with bungalows. Some of the land showed traces of heath fires, charred roots and stones lying about on the blackened ground. Walking there was not at all like being in the country. Agriculture seemed as remote as in a London street. This waste land might have been some walled-in space in the suburbs where business men practised golfstrokes; or the corner of a cinema studio used for shooting wilderness scenes. It had neither memories of the past nor hope for the future. — Anthony Powell