Gilbert Keith Chesterton,
Orthodoxy — Chapter IV: The Ethics of Elfland
(1909)
“ But if his life and joy were so gigantic that he never tired of going to Islington, he might go to Islington as regularly as the Thames goes to Sheerness. The very speed and ecstasy of his life would have the stillness of death. The sun rises every morning. I do not rise every morning ”
