You remember Thurlow's answer to some one complaining of the injustice of a company. "Why, you never expected justice from a company, did you? they have neither a soul to lose, nor a body to kick."
Serenely full, the epicure would say, Fate cannot harm me, I have dined today.
Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl And, scarce suspected, animate the whole.
Macaulay is like a book in breeches...He has occasional flashes of silence, that make his conversation perfectly delightful.
Did you ever hear my definition of marriage? It is, that it resembles a pair of shears, so joined that they can not be separated; often moving in opposite directions, yet always punishing anyone who comes between them.
He was a one-book man. Some men have only one book in them; others, a library.
Never give way to melancholy; resist it steadily, for the habit will encroach.
"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."
Daniel Webster struck me much like a steam-engine in trousers.
Praise is the best diet for us, after all.
To take Macaulay out of literature and society and put him in the House of Commons, is like taking the chief physician out of London during a pestilence.
As the French say, there are three sexes — men, women, and clergymen.
My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, that it was actually twelve miles from a lemon.
Ah, you flavour everything; you are the vanilla of society.
You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence.