There is no royal road to anything. One thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slowly, endures. Large cities are precisely such places of human density that suggest a more ardent life. In them, love is not the same as it is in suburbia or the countryside: in the latter a slow pace, few pals, petty intrigues; in the former, an abundance of possible partners, the collision of appetites, the transgression of class barriers, the enigmatic reign of people we do not know.
Josiah Gilbert Holland
I love it
Pascal Bruckner, In Praise of Love
The rail ways