John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Sydney Smith. (1771–1845) (continued) |
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We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal. 1 |
Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 23. |
4857 |
Truth is its [justice’s] handmaid, freedom is its child, peace is its companion, safety walks in its steps, victory follows in its train; it is the brightest emanation from the Gospel; it is the attribute of God. |
Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 29. |
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It is always right that a man should be able to render a reason for the faith that is within him. |
Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 53. |
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Avoid shame, but do not seek glory,—nothing so expensive as glory. 2 |
Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 88. |
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Let every man be occupied, and occupied in the highest employment of which his nature is capable, and die with the consciousness that he has done his best. |
Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 130. |
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Looked as if she had walked straight out of the ark. |
Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 157. |
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The Smiths never had any arms, and have invariably sealed their letters with their thumbs. |
Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 244. |
4863 |
Not body enough to cover his mind decently with; his intellect is improperly exposed. |
Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 258. |
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He has spent all his life in letting down empty buckets into empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw them up again. 3 |
Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 259. |
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You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence. |
Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 261. |
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Ah, you flavour everything; you are the vanilla of society. |
Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 262. |
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My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, that it was actually twelve miles from a lemon. |
Lady Holland’s Memoir. Vol. i. p. 262. |
Note 1. Mr. Smith, with reference to the “Edinburgh Review,” says: “The motto I proposed for the ‘Review’ was ‘Tenui musam meditamur avena;’ but this was too near the truth to be admitted; so we took our present grave motto from Publius Syrus, of whom none of us had, I am sure, read a single line.” [back] |
Note 2. A favorite motto, which through life Mr. Smith inculcated on his family. [back] |
Note 3. See Cowper, Quotation 68. [back] |