"This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses."
- William Shakespeare, Macbeth ... See MoreSee Less

"The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Rainy Day ... See MoreSee Less

"At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting..."
- T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land ... See MoreSee Less

I noticed from a recent comments that people are rejecting the Glasgow cone thing making its way to Edinburgh. How do we feel about it?

I have been documenting the crimes. ... See MoreSee Less

"And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains."
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias ... See MoreSee Less

"Yesterday evening during a walk every little street noise, every glance directed at me, every photograph in a display case was more important to me than I was."
- Franz Kafka, Diaries ... See MoreSee Less

"There is no Edinburgh emigrant, far or near, from China to Peru, but he or she carries some lively pictures of the mind, some sunset behind the Castle cliffs, some snow scene, some maze of city lamps, indelible in the memory and delightful to study in the intervals of toil."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Edinburgh: Picturesque Notes ... See MoreSee Less

"The city is built
To music, therefore never built at all,
And therefore built for ever."
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Gareth and Lynette ... See MoreSee Less

"The city lay behind him, lighted here and there, and starry worlds were hidden by the masonry of spire and roof that hardly made out any shapes against the sky."
- Charles Dickens, Dombey and Son ... See MoreSee Less

"The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying."
- T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday ... See MoreSee Less

"The rays of the gas-lamps, feeble at first in their struggle with the dying day, had now at length gained ascendancy, and threw over every thing a fitful and garish lustre."
- Edgar Allan Poe, The Man of the Crowd ... See MoreSee Less

"Where, if not from the Impressionists, do we get those wonderful brown fogs that come creeping down our streets, blurring the gas-lamps and changing the houses into monstrous shadows?"
- Oscar Wilde, The Decay of Lying ... See MoreSee Less

"Therefore, when we build, let us think that we build for ever. Let it not be for present delight, nor for present use alone; let it be such work as our descendants will thank us for"
- John Ruskin, The Seven Lamps of Architecture ... See MoreSee Less

"The Old Town occupies a sloping ridge or tail of diluvial matter, protected, in some subsidence of the waters, by the Castle cliffs which fortify it to the west."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Edinburgh: Picturesque Notes ... See MoreSee Less

"As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul."
- Wilfred Owen, As Bronze May Be Much Beautified ... See MoreSee Less