But man is a magician, and his whole magic is in this, that he does say Victoria, and lo! it is Victoria.

No, take your books of mere poetry and prose; let me read a time table, with tears of pride.

Take your Byron, who commemorates the defeats of man; give me Bradshaw, who commemorates his victories.

Give me Bradshaw, I say!" "Must you go ?" inquired Gregory sarcastically.
"I tell you," went on Syme with passion, "that every time a train comes in I feel that it has broken past batteries of besiegers, and that man has won a battle against chaos.

You say contemptuously that when one has left Sloane Square one must come to Victoria.