My idea of heaven is eating foie gras to the sound of trumpets.
-- Sydney Smith
-- Sydney Smith
Related:
- 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."
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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...
From the same category:
- The Devil falls on account of his
gravity... - The man who raises his voice first has lost the
argument... - Holly (quoting Capt. H.): There's a saying amongst the officers;
If a job's worth doing, it's worth doing well. If it's... - Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.
Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Two in the Campagna... - Dear Mr. Fantasy, play us a tune,
something to make us all happy.
Do anything, take us out of this gloom. Sing a song...
