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• Macaulay is like a book in breeches.... He has occasional flashes of silence, that make his conversation perfectly delightful.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 363...
• Not body enough to cover his mind decently with; his intellect is improperly exposed.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 258...
• He has spent all his life in letting down empty buckets into empty well
  and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw them up again....
• It is always right that a man should be able to render a reason for the faith that is within him.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 53...
• We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal. -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol.
  i, p. 23...
• Looked as if she had walked straight out of the ark.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 157...
• Ah, you flavour everything; you are the vanilla of society.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 262...
• As the French say, there are three sexes,--men, women, and clergymen.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 262...
• Avoid shame, but do not seek glory,--nothing so expensive as glory.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 88...