[I]t would be a pity if laughter should ever become, like rhetoric and the arts, a habit. - Alice Meynell

If there is a look of human eyes that tells of perpetual loneliness, so there is also the familiar look that is the sign of perpetual crowds.

Spirit of place! It is for this we travel, to surprise its subtlety; and where it is a strong and dominant angel, that place, seen once, abides entire in the memory with all its own accidents, its habits, its breath, its name.

From the shaken tower
A flock of bells take flight
And go with the hour.