London! the needy villain's general home, The common sewer of Paris and of Rome! With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.

Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.

You find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.

Dublin, though a place much worse than London, is not so bad as Iceland.

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.

By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show.