That knuckle-end of England,--that land of Calvin, oat-cakes, and sulphur.
-- Sydney Smith (1769-1845)
-- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 17
-- Sydney Smith (1769-1845)
-- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 17
Related:
- We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal.
-- Sydney Smith (1769-1845)
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Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p.... - No one minds what Jeffrey says:... it is not more than a week ago
that I heard him speak disrespectfully of the equator.
Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir... - Ah, you flavour everything; you are the vanilla of society.
Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir... - As the French say, there are three sexes,--men, women,
and clergymen. -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady... - Daniel Webster struck me much like a steam-engine in trousers.
Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir... - 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... - Looked as if she had walked straight out of the ark.
Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir... - Not body enough to cover his mind decently with; his intellect is
improperly exposed.
Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir... - The Smiths never had any arms, and have invariably sealed their letters
with their thumbs.
Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir...
