My idea of heaven is eating foie gras to the sound of trumpets.
-- Sydney Smith
-- Sydney Smith
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- Heat, ma'am!" I said; "it was so dreadful here, that I found there
was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones
Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir... - No trumpets sound when the important decisions of
our life are made
Destiny is made known silently." -- Agnes De... - My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, that it was actually
twelve miles from a lemon
Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir... - Madam, I have been looking for person that dislikes gravy all my life
let us swear eternal friendship. -- Sydney Smith (1771... - No furniture is as charming as books, even if you never open them
Sydney... - Poverty is no disgrace to a man, but it is confoundedly inconvenient
Rev. Sydney... - One man's idea of hell is to be forced to remain in
another man's idea of heaven... - It would be an entertaining change in human affairs to determine everything
by minorities
they are almost always in the right. -- Sydney...
